Chapter 225: The Little Female's Doubt

The rejected Beastfolk all looked at Yuan Lang with the eyes of someone looking at a scheming bitch.

No wonder this guy didn't go after the big game today but painstakingly caught a Two-Legged Beast; turns out he was gathering info on the little female's love, really devious.

Ignoring the envious, jealous, hateful gazes all around, Yuan Lang personally brought Wu Yue to the side of his own barbecue stove.

Seeing only a pot of boiling water on the stove, Wu Yue looked at him doubtfully: "Where's the food?"

Yuan Lang chuckled, squatted down, and pulled out two clumps of earth from the stove: "Here."

Wu Yue was shocked inside; could this be the legendary Beggar's Chicken?

Her bright eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips: "Aren't these just two clumps of earth?"

Yuan Lang, who had spent years navigating the court and even attained the position of State-Protecting General, would hardly miss the doubt in the little female's eyes; he chuckled: "This is something we learned when we went out to exchange salt, from a tribe very close to the seaside."

Their tribe was too small to afford salt, so they wrapped game in seawater-soaked mud and roasted it, giving it a salty flavor.

He secretly cheered his own cleverness; he really is a little trickster.

Wu Yue blinked, her thoughts instantly drawn to the seaside tribe he mentioned: "Do seaside tribes also lack salt?"

Yuan Lang glanced at her with a smile: "Because salt exists, competition among seaside tribes is extremely fierce."

Mutual aid between tribes like ours simply does not exist.

There, fights often break out over hunting grounds and over sea areas that produce salt.

Wu Yue couldn't help feeling relieved; it seems the Beast God of this world is still kind to her, not casting her into that chaotic seaside.

Lost in thought, an unusually tempting scent drifted into her nostrils, and Wu Yue felt saliva flood her mouth: "So fragrant."

She looked at Yuan Lang in astonishment: "I never expected you could make such delicious food."

The Beastfolk raised his brows proudly: "Of course, I've been studying this for a long time."

Because his two vice generals cooked like they'd handled feces, he, a proper state general, had to personally learn barbecue to avoid starving or dying from poisoning by unknown food.

He tore off a juicy thigh and handed it to Wu Yue: "Try it?"

Wu Yue hehehed, reached out and took it, then impolitely took a big bite.

The meat in her mouth was tender and easy to chew, with a hint of sweetness and fruity aroma; finding it delicious, her eyes narrowed.

"From afar I could smell this beast-attracting fragrance; I never expected the little female to be not only superb at healing wounds, but also to make food this delicious."

A hoarse, unfamiliar voice came from beside her; Wu Yue, chewing meat, turned her head and saw it was the Shaman and Chief of the Black Wolf Tribe.

The Black Wolf Shaman's gaze at the food in Wu Yue's hand was fervent, but his composure remained fairly steady.

The Black Wolf Chief beside them was quite different—his saliva almost soaked the animal pelts around his waist.

The drool in his eyes was almost turning into two little hooks; he couldn't help wanting to snatch the remaining game from Yuan Lang's hands.

Wu Yue quickly finished the thigh in her hand, and Yuan Lang readily tore off another leg and passed it over.

Only then did he look eagerly at the two beasts: "Haven't the Shaman and Chief eaten yet? How about we eat together?"