Chapter 390

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

Yuan Lang looked at the little female's prepared Sichuan pepper, 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 thing—it would be awful to eat.

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

Oh~

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

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

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

Mm, the feel is good, the muscle is firm—a thigh full of strength.

Hahahaha!

After Tongzi, who had been watching the whole time, heard his dog host's inner voice, that 360-degree, all-around, no-dead-angle 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 evaluating ham!

Wu Yue: "..."

Shut up, old paper!

But all she got in response was a string of hahas, and Wu Yue could even picture the Dog System rolling on the floor laughing hysterically,

"How does it feel?" a low, muffled voice sounded in her ear, warm damp breath brushing the fur beside her ear, Wu Yue's ear twitched involuntarily, the tip scorching hot.

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~"

Wu Yue: "..."

What tone is this? Are you doubting that I've felt up countless celebrity standee thighs, that a worldly woman would drool over your long legs?

I've also felt up countless pairs of legs.

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

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

Yuan Lang's lip curve instantly froze, coldness gathering in his eyes, yet his voice remained soft and low: "I wonder whose thighs Lady Shaman Yue has felt up."

The chill emanating from the Beastfolk was blatantly obvious.

Just as Wu Yue was about to be praised, she immediately straightened up, counted 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 mouth lifting again: "Turns out our Lady Shaman Yue is quite capable."

Wu Yue gave a dry laugh and nodded 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 scornfully at his dog host: "Dog host, you're overflowing with survival instinct—you really don't seem like a lifelong single dog."

Wu Yue felt that having such a Dog System was a huge misfortune in her life, and she really wanted to turn her shamanic power into a pitchfork to fork that Dog System out.

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

Want to touch~

But thinking of how this seemingly soft and cute little female could flare up, he restrained his eager tiger claws.

Hmm...

Hunting, you need patience.

After patting Wu Yue's little steamed bun head, Yuan Lang rose to his feet, walked to the side, and placed the already clean stone pot onto the stove.

Flames continuously licked the stone pot, evaporating the moisture inside until it became dry again.

Now we can pour the salt and Sichuan pepper into it.

The salt and Sichuan pepper in the pot rolled about; Wu Yue, who hadn't heard the Beastfolk speak for a while, turned around, saw no trace of him, and instantly bristled.

Yuan Lang?

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

Lower your head...

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

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

So you're trying to say you weren't deliberately taking advantage of me just now—I don't buy it.

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

It's so embarrassing; I feel like I've exposed something.

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

Once the salt and Sichuan pepper in the pot gave off fragrance, Wu Yue then glanced at the Beastfolk beside her: "Take the stone pot down; the salt needs to cool before we can use it."

Cooling the salt takes a while, so let's eat something first.

After setting the salt aside on a nearby stone slab, Yuan Lang returned to the stove and pulled a few potatoes from the fire.

Brushing off the black ash outside, the Beastfolk's rough, thick skin came in handy at this moment.

After the pitch-black roasted potatoes were split open, their aroma filled the air.

Wu Yue only felt that some unknown substance seemed to be seeping from the corner of her mouth again.

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

Wu Yue: "..."

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

The two of them munched away, ah-ah-ah, finishing 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 give you a rub?

Although Yuan Lang was asking, the moment his voice fell, his scorching big hand had already been placed on Wu Yue's round belly, and he began to rub gently.

After giving him a 'not bad' look, Wu Yue comfortably leaned on the beastfolk's propped-up leg and closed her eyes.

Yuan Lang:...

How should I put it? I suddenly felt that the female subordinate wasn't just from the matriarchal country; her status there wasn't low at all. Why is it that when being served, she enjoys this smooth, flowing posture?

Isn't it a bit too smooth?

Enjoying the beastfolk's massage service, Wu Yue slept very comfortably.

Yue, the salt has cooled.

Wake up quickly, after curing the meat go home and...

Smack!

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

I couldn't help but sigh; as expected of the beast world, even flies have muscles.

Flies have... muscles?

As if thinking of something, Wu Yue instantly opened her eyes and stiffly turned her head to look.

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

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

Wu Yue gave a dry laugh, quickly retracting her claw from the person's chest: 'I just felt a fly buzzing near my ear, so I slapped it.'

Cang Yuanlong Chan: Turns out in your heart I'm just as insignificant as a fly.

On the beastfolk's handsome face, a sense of sorrowful grief suddenly appeared, his fine brows slightly furrowed, 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 scumbag who had harmed a respectable married man.

I'm not just sleep‑confused; besides, what kind of handsome fly is that?

Yuan Lang:...

You'd better keep your mouth shut.

Seeing that her description only made things worse, Wu Yue simply gave up trying to explain and stopped.

She jumped up and walked toward the stone pot, saying, 'Get to work, get to work.'

Seeing her red‑tinged ear tips, the beastfolk Yuan Lang behind her raised his brows with a resentful look; the resentment was gone, and he now looked like a proud, spring‑breeze 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.

Or I'll do it; you teach me how.

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

Can you do it?

Wu Yue looked dubiously at the tall, handsome beastfolk behind her; this job of curing salted meat was probably the general's first time doing it.

But his answer was the beastfolk's eyes instantly turning dark and deep: 'You say whether I can or not.'

The beastfolk's voice sounded somewhat dangerous, and his gaze toward himself carried some unspeakable depth.

Host, you're really courting death—how could a man not be able to do it? He must be able to; even if he can't, he has to be able to!

Tongzi kept bouncing, his small voice full of contempt for his own dog host.

Wu Yue suddenly realized she had asked a damned‑if‑you‑do question.

Looking at the beastfolk's deep, dark eyes before her, shouldn't she immediately make amends?

The female subordinate, full of survival instinct, hurriedly stood up with a hesitant laugh: 'Um, I mean, can you cure the meat well? I definitely don't doubt your... ability.'

With your build and physique, if you can't do it, who can? You must be absolutely capable!

You're the best!

After saying that, she still gave a confident thumbs‑up and nodded.

Looking at the female subordinate's timid appearance, Yuan Lang let out a low chuckle: 'Yeah, I'm the best; you'll find out just how good I am.'

Wu Yue hehe laughed and nodded: "Awesome."

Damn it, at this time, besides pretending to be stupid, what else can we do?

She is also very desperate...

"I am even more desperate!"

Tongzi was frantically scratching his small furry head, unable to recall what madness he had suffered back then to actually choose such a goofy host.

In order to not continue running wild on the topic of whether it works or not, Wu Yue put on a completely serious expression and began teaching the Beastfolk how to cure meat.

Looking at the little female's serious expression, Yuan Lang held back laughter, having said what needed to be said; no matter how tightly she purses her little face, it's useless.

"First apply evenly, be careful, don't miss any spot, then repeatedly knead for a while."

"How to knead?"

Wuyue:...

Why is your gaze so weird, you bastard?

Hey! Is it a weird spirit?

Someone here is driving with their gaze, and the speed in their eyes is over the limit, already rolling back and forth over my face countless times.

Why is this Beastfolk so improper today...

"It's like kneading as if washing clothes..."

Holy cat! What else do you want me to say, you improper beast!

Yuan Lang looked at the little female with a wrinkled little face in front of him with an expression of sudden realization, laughter nearly bursting from his chest: "You should have said so earlier!"

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

Today nobody should stop me; if I don't kill that bastard, I...

After rescuing for a long time, still nothing came out.

Tongzi, heart pounding anxiously, jumped out: "What the heck? Speaking half a sentence is really immoral."

Wu Yue appears.

Tongzi.

After a long while, just as Wu Yue thought Tongzi had left bored, a voice like an old father advising his foolish son echoed in her mind: "Dog host, you don't even have a sense of shame? Your belly is bigger than your chest, what are you still eating? Digest it first then talk."

Wu Yue.

My chest and belly have suffered a huge insult!

"Tongzi, you really are... three days without beating up the house and tearing off tiles, you also feel bodily pain; speak leaving a line, the words for a good reunion, you seem not to have understood deeply."

"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?"

Wu Yue:...

The drama is plenty, the drama is great, acting makes one ribbit ribbit!

"Am I a beast? What improper thoughts could I have toward you, 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 truly moved."

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

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

"Then after kneading?"

Yuan Lang looked at the little female beside him whose face was twisted.

Wu Yue pointed to the large vat beside her: "Just stack the meat inside the vat; after three days we'll come and swap the top and bottom layers, then cure for another four days, after which we can proceed to the next step."

Yuan Lang nodded, picked up the vat placed to the side, and together with Wu Yue placed the kneaded pork inside the vat.

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

Finally, cover it 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 has suffered a serious injury.

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

The first thing the Rock Salt Tribe's Shamaness did upon arriving at 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 wound, already rotting and emitting a foul odor, 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 in whom he had placed great hopes, and let out a deep sigh.

Although his shamanic power had some healing ability, his life force was not particularly strong, after all, his shamanic power was of the divination type.