Chapter 389: Yuan Lang's Little Thoughts

Why not just cure it with salt directly? Why stir-fry it with Sichuan pepper as well?

Yuan Lang looked at the Sichuan pepper the little female had prepared; his handsome face instantly scrunched up, wanting to speak but stopping, glancing at the little female beside him as if to tell her not to add this—it would taste awful.

Seeing the Beastfolk's troubled little expression, Wu Yue chuckled, grabbed a handful of Sichuan pepper, and handed it to him: 'Stir-frying the salt together with the Sichuan pepper is to make the cured meat taste better.'

Oh~

Too lazy to deal with the Beastfolk's sudden princess syndrome, Wu Yue slapped a big palm onto the Beastfolk's thigh: 'Pa!'

That crisp sound rang out instantly, and thanks to the cavern's resonance, it even carried a slight echo.

Wu Yue pinched the muscle under her hand, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Hmm, the feel is good, the muscle firm—it's a thigh full of strength.

Hahahaha!

Tongzi, who had been watching the whole time, heard his dog host's inner voice, and that 360-degree, all-around, no-blind-spot manic laughter echoed in Wu Yue's mind.

"Dog host, are you trying to laugh me to death? I thought your head was filled with some yellow wastewater, but turns out you're actually judging ham!"

Wuyue: "..."

Shut up, old paper!

But all she got in response was a string of hahas; Wu Yue could even imagine the Dog System rolling on the floor laughing.

"How does it feel?" a low, muffled voice sounded beside her ear, warm damp breath brushing over the fur by her ear; Wu Yue's ear twitched involuntarily, the tip heating up.

Realizing what she had done, she hurriedly pulled back the salted pig's trooper still resting on the Beastfolk's thigh.

"Um, I actually just wanted to pat your back so you'd put the stone pot on the stove."

The Beastfolk gave her a half-smile: "Oh~ so that's how it is~"

Wuyue: "..."

"What tone is this? Do you doubt that I've touched countless celebrity standee thighs, that a worldly woman would drool over your long legs?"

"I've also touched countless pairs of legs."

Saying that, she also curled up the hand that had just touched the Beastfolk's thigh and rubbed it, her moist eyes narrowing slightly.

The feel is good, much more comfortable than a standee.

Yuan Lang's lip curvature instantly froze, cold intent gathering in his eyes, yet his voice remained soft and low: "I wonder whose thighs Shaman Yue has touched."

The chill on the Beastfolk was utterly obvious.

Wu Yue, who was about to be praised, immediately straightened up and began counting on her fingers seriously: "Chicken legs, pork legs, beef legs, and many, many more—I've also processed plenty of game."

"Really?"

Yuan Lang's dark eyes slightly curved, the corner of his lips lifting again: "As it turns out, our Shaman Yue is quite capable."

Wu Yue laughed dryly, nodding repeatedly: "Of course, I'm quite a diligent little female."

Tongzi, on the verge of laughing out eight-pack abs, sat up upon hearing this, looking down on the dog host's current state: "Dog host, you're full of survival instinct—truly not like a lifelong single dog."

Wu Yue felt that having such a dog system was a great misfortune in life, and she very much wanted to turn her shamanic power into a pitchfork to fork out this dog system.

The little female's watery eyes blinked at him, and Yuan Lang felt his heart as if being lightly scratched by millions of tiny hands—utterly unbearable.

Want to touch~

But thinking of how this seemingly soft and cute little female would flare up, he still held back his eager tiger claws.

Hmm...

Hunting, after all, requires patience.

He patted Wu Yue's little chicken-steamed bun head, then Yuan Lang rose to his feet, walked to the side, and placed the already-clean stone pot on the stove.

The flames continually licked the stone pot, evaporating the water vapor inside from the high heat, leaving it dry again.

"Now we can pour the salt and numbing pepper in."

The salt and numbing pepper in the pot were rolling; Wu Yue, who hadn't heard the Beastfolk speak for a while, turned to look, but saw no sign of the Beastfolk, and instantly felt her fur bristle.

"Yuan Lang?"

"Damn, in this pitch-black cave, he wouldn't abandon her—a petite, weak, watery little female—would he?"

"Lower your head..."

Yuan Lang looked at the little female before him, who kept just raising her head to look around, and was left speechless.

"Speaking of which, if I hold such a high place in your heart, why did you just think you could reach my back while sitting?"

"So you're saying you didn't deliberately take advantage of me just now—I don't believe it."

Wu Yue heard the voice, lowered her head to look, and saw the Beastfolk sitting helplessly on the animal skin, throwing firewood into the stove.

It was quite embarrassing, as if something had been exposed.

After confirming the Beastfolk was still there, Wu Yue focused on her task at hand.

Once the salt and Sichuan pepper in the pot had fried up fragrant, Wu Yue then looked to the Beastfolk beside her: "Take the stone pot down; the salt needs to cool before it can be used."

"Cooling the salt takes a while; let's eat something first."

He took the salt down and placed it on a nearby stone slab, then Yuan Lang returned to the stove side and pulled a few potatoes from the fire.

He brushed off the exterior ash, and the Beastfolk's thick-skinned toughness came in handy at this moment.

The pitch-black roasted potatoes, once split open, released a fragrant aroma.

Wu Yue felt as if some unknown substance were seeping from the corner of her mouth again.

"Host, you look so unsophisticated—it's really embarrassing."

Wuyue: "..."

"As long as you shut up, we can still be friends."

The two of them, ah-ah-ah, finished all the roasted potatoes, their bellies warm and cozy.

Wu Yue rubbed her round belly and sighed: "It's so delicious, I'm stuffed."

Do you want me to rub it for you?

Although Yuan Lang was asking, the instant he finished speaking, his scorching large palm landed on Wu Yue's round belly and began to rub it gently.

Wu Yue gave him a 'not bad' look, then relaxed, leaning on the beastfolk's propped-up leg and closed her eyes.

Yuan Lang:...

How should I say this? I suddenly realized that the little female isn't just from the matriarchal state; her status there isn't low at all. When being served, what's with this smooth, flowing enjoyment posture?

Isn't it a bit too smooth?

Wu Yue enjoyed the beastfolk's massage and slept soundly.

Yue, the salt's already cool.

Wake up quickly, cure the meat, then go home and...

Smack!

The loud slap echoed in the cave, killing the annoying fly; Wu Yue finally curled her lips in satisfaction and even arrogantly pinched the fly's corpse.

I couldn't help but sigh—indeed, in this beast world, even flies have muscles.

Flies have... muscles?

It seemed she thought of something; Wu Yue suddenly opened her eyes and stiffly turned her head to look.

Why does that Lushan Claw on the beastfolk's chest feel so familiar?

Yue, you're really impatient; if you don't mind, let's become mates sooner.

Wu Yue gave a dry laugh, quickly pulling her claw back from the beastfolk's chest: 'I just felt a fly buzzing near my ear, so I swatted it.'

Cang Yuan Lang Chang: 'Turns out I'm just a fly in your heart.'

The beastfolk's handsome face suddenly showed sorrow and grief, his fine brows furrowing slightly, and even the curve of his lips took on a hint of sorrow.

Seeing Yuan Lang like this, Wu Yue inexplicably felt she was a despicable woman who had harmed a respectable man.

I'm not just sleep‑dazed; besides, where would you find such a handsome fly?

Yuan Lang:...

You'd better keep your mouth shut.

Seeing that her account only made things worse, Wu Yue gave up and stopped explaining.

She hopped over to the stone pot, saying, 'Get to work, get to work.'

Seeing her red‑tinged ear tips, the resentful beastfolk Yuan Lang raised his eyebrows—there was no trace of resentment left; he looked like a proud, spring‑breeze‑blessed young gentleman.

Of course, if that young gentleman's beast‑skin skirt were replaced with splendid brocade robes, he'd look even more the part.

Let me do it; you teach me how.

Although the wild boar had been butchered, the meat chunks were still large, and the little female thought it would be difficult to rub the salt evenly over them.

Can you do it?

Wu Yue eyed the tall, handsome beastfolk behind her doubtfully, thinking the salting task was probably the general's first time.

But the answer came from the beastfolk's suddenly dark, deep eyes: 'You say whether I can or not?'

The beastfolk's voice sounded dangerous, and his gaze toward her carried an unspeakable depth.

"Host, you're asking for trouble—how could a man not be able to do it? You must be able to; even if you can't, you have to!"

Tongzi kept bouncing about, his tiny voice full of contempt for his dog‑host.

Wu Yue suddenly realized she had asked a deadly question.

Looking into the beastfolk's deep, dark eyes before her, she wondered if she should immediately make amends.

The little female, bursting with will to live, hurriedly stood up with a hehe laugh: 'Um, I mean, can you cure the meat properly? I definitely don't doubt your...'

Look at your build and physique—if you can't do it, who can? You must absolutely nail it!

You're the best!

Having said that, he still gave a confident thumbs‑up and nodded.

Seeing the little female's shy look, Yuan Lang let out a low laugh: "Well, I'm the best—you'll see just how good I am."

Wu Yue chuckled and nodded: "Awesome."

Damn, what else can I do besides playing dumb right now?

She's also utterly desperate...

I'm even more desperate!

Tongzi frantically raked his little furry head, unable to remember what insanity had possessed him to pick such a goofy host.

To stop dragging on the 'will it work?' debate, Wu Yue adopted a dead‑serious expression and started teaching the beastfolk how to cure meat.

Seeing the little female's earnest expression, Yuan Lang held back a laugh—he'd said all he needed to, and squeezing her face tighter wouldn't change anything.

First, spread it evenly, be thorough—don't miss any spot—then knead it repeatedly for a while.

How do I knead it?

Wu Yue: '...'

Why is your gaze so weird, you jerk?

Hey! Is that a Yaoyao Ling?

Someone here is 'driving' with their gaze, and their eye‑speed is off the charts—it's been grinding back and forth across my face over and over.

Why is this beastfolk behaving so improperly today...

It's like kneading clothes when you wash them...

Meow, what the hell—you still want me to say something, you improper beast!

Yuan Lang wore a look of sudden realization as he gazed at the little female with her wrinkled face, his laughter nearly bursting forth: 'You should have said so earlier!'

Wu Yue grabbed her own animal-skin skirt: "..."

Nobody had better stop me today, if I don't kill that bastard I...

After saving for so long, still nothing came out.

Tongzi jumped out anxiously: "What the hell, speaking only half is really immoral."

Wuyue: "I won't eat food tonight."

Tongzi fell silent...

After a while, just when Wu Yue thought Tongzi would leave out of boredom, a voice like an old father advising his stupid son echoed in her mind: "Dog host, you don't even have a sense of urgency in your heart, your belly is already bigger than your chest, what are you still eating? Let's talk after digestion."

Wu Yue's small face stiffened...

My chest and belly have suffered a huge insult!

"Tongzi, you really haven't caused trouble in three days, you also have bodily pain, speak leaving a line, for the sake of seeing each other again at home, your understanding doesn't seem very deep."

"Dog host, do you have any improper thoughts about my body? You actually didn't even let off a cute little beast, you... you... are you still human..."

Wuyue: "..."

So much drama, so good, acting makes one croak like a frog!

"Am I a beast? How could I have any improper thoughts about this little beast whose legs aren't even as long as my shin!"

"Dog host, it's rare that you understand yourself so well, I'm really moved."

Tongzi said, and then actually sobbed a few times, as if truly relieved.

Wu Yue decisively blocked the Dog System; if she continued, she feared being arrested by the Wildlife Protection Association for molesting nationally protected animals.

"After kneading, then what?"

Yuan Lang looked at the small female with a twisted expression beside her.

Wu Yue pointed to the large vat nearby: "Just stack the meat in the vat; three days later we'll come and swap the top and bottom meat, then cure for four more days, after which we can proceed to the next step."

Yuan Lang nodded, picked up the vat beside her, and then together with Wu Yue placed the kneaded pork into the vat.

Wu Yue placed a dry grass mat on top of the cured meat: "Just put that large stone on the grass mat."

Finally, cover with a wooden lid.

Just half of the wild boar already filled the two large vats, so the two had to bring the remaining pork back home.

Here Wu Yue was happily curing the meat, unaware that at that moment the Rock Salt Tribe was in an uproar.

The tribespeople who went to the Polar Forest to attend the trade fair have returned, but the Shamaness suffered a serious injury.

The news of the Shamaness's injury spread instantly through the tribe, naturally some were happy and some worried.

The first thing the Rock Salt Tribe's Shamaness did upon reaching the tribe was to have the Beastman Warrior escort her to the shaman's stone house.

The Rock Salt Tribe's shaman looked at the Shamaness's festering, foul-smelling wound, his expression grave: "The injury is severe, and it's been delayed too long."

Having said that, he lifted his gaze to the shaman disciple he had high hopes for, and let out a deep sigh.

His shamanic power does have some healing ability, but his life force is not very strong, after all his shamanic nature is divination.