Chapter 486: Yingfei's Thoughts

Compared to bitter and astringent, various flavored Ye Cai Zi, sweet corn cakes are naturally more popular.

Not only the people of the wanderer gathering place, but even the East Mulberry Tribe members who had just arrived at the Snow Moon Tribe were equally shocked by how delicious the Snow Moon Tribe's food was.

"This is our tribe's special food, made from a kind of fruit in the forest. Try it?"

In the spacious house, the East Mulberry Tribe folks had not yet come to their senses from this sturdy and beautiful dwelling, when a few pure-human females walked in carrying raw wooden boards.

On one board was sizzling, fragrant grilled meat still oozing oil, while another board held Beastman‑sized golden‑yellow foods, accompanied by rising steam and threads of tempting sweet aroma.

Although the East Mulberry Tribe occasionally eats grilled meat, they cut the hunted game into larger chunks.

Large chunks require more skilled grilling technique and heat control, but the East Mulberry Tribe lacks this skill, so their grilled meat is mostly charred on the outside and raw inside.

Of course, most tribes in this world are like that; everyone struggles just to stay fed, being full is already good, and there really isn't much time to study how to make food tastier.

So, when they saw grilled meat that wasn't black and gave off a rich aroma, they unconsciously gulped.

But what surprised the Half-Beast and Yingfei was that Teng Kun, as a Beastman Warrior, first introduced not that fragrant grilled meat, but the golden‑yellow food piled on another block.

"This is a corn cake only our tribe makes; you're really lucky—this food is precious, only available for a short time, and later there will be none."

Teng Kun, with his honest face, boasted like this, his expression sincere and even tinged with envy, as if the corn cake placed before them were a most precious food to him.

Seeing his appearance, the two could not hold back; they immediately reached out and took a corn cake from the board, its warm, soft feel making them feel as if they were holding a baby beast.

But that sweet aroma became all the more noticeable as the distance closed.

"Beast God, this food is truly delicious."

Compared to Yingfei's caution, the Half‑Beast Warrior beside him, already drooling, took a big bite of the corn cake the moment he picked it up.

The food's distinctive fragrance and sweet taste spread in his mouth, causing this East Mulberry Tribe strongman to involuntarily exclaim.

He turned his head to glance at Yingfei, who wore a look of surprise, smirked, and reached out his dark hand again for the corn cake on the board.

"Yingfei, I remember you don't like sweet things, so let me have these corn cakes."

That Half‑Beast Warrior, who earlier looked a bit honest, also put his underdeveloped brain to work in the face of food, saying with a face of "I'm doing this for you," then plunged into hearty eating with a delighted expression.

In the short time that Yingfei, also an East Mulberry Tribe member, was shocked by his tribe mate's shamelessness, this Half‑Beast Warrior had already devoured half the corn cakes in three bites each.

Yingfei came to his senses, saw that one side of the board was empty, and with outstretched arms gathered the remaining corn cakes before him: "Even if I don't eat them myself, I can share some with the other tribespeople."

After carefully storing the sweet‑smelling corn cakes, Yingfei looked up at Teng Kun: "The rest of our tribe probably doesn't have this food, right."

Teng Kun nodded: "That's natural; because corn cakes are precious, in our tribe only the gathering team that collected the most fruit and the hunting team that obtained the most food each day can receive some corn cakes."

Now even Yingfei, who dislikes sweet food, developed a strong interest in the corn cake in his hand, finally taking a bite; its soft, sweet flavor made his saliva keep flowing, and unlike the cloying sweetness of fruit, it made one want to eat more.

Thus, under the gaze of the Half‑Beast Warrior and Teng Kun, even the usually deep‑thinking Yingfei couldn't help but eat three corn cakes before stopping.

Looking at the few corn cakes left on the board, he gave an embarrassed dry laugh twice: "This food is truly delicious, and after eating it I don't feel as hungry."

Teng Kun lifted his head proudly: "That's natural; the preciousness of this food lies in the fact that after eating it you feel as if you've eaten meat and won't feel hungry."

It is like meat, capable of being the tribe's main food!

The Half‑Beast and Yingfei exchanged a glance; their look at the golden‑little cakes was no longer as before, now just regarding them as ordinary food.

After keeping them company for a moment, Teng Kun then rose and left.

In the house, the Half‑Beast Warrior and Yingfei sat there, eating the grilled meat bite by bite, their thoughts many.

"If the poison on the old clan chief could disappear, this year's quota we East Mulberry Tribe also want to compete for."

Yingfei held a corn cake in his hand, his eyes deep.

No matter where, food is always the most important; there is no tribe without a lack of food.

So, if they could obtain the Snow Moon Tribe's method of making corn cakes...

Compared to the precious herbs and pelts offered by other tribes, they will surely secure that quota.

By then, the East Mulberry Tribe will be the only tribe in this forest possessing a Gold‑rank Beastman Warrior; even the Snow Moon Tribe, which has four Beastman Warriors, will no longer be their match.

But as the saying goes, ideals are plump, reality is skinny.

"You must be dreaming of eating shit; with such important food, will the Snow Moon Tribe let us have it? Besides, they have four Beastman Warriors and a noble Shaman, while we're just a couple of little cats—will you go up or will I?"

The ideal bubble was instantly popped by the Half‑Beast Warrior; Yingfei glared at him fiercely: "You'd better shut up; can't I just think?"

In the face of absolute strength, all small maneuvers are inadvisable.

In the end he merely sighed, but he buried a seed of hope in his heart.

Without another glance at that aggravating thing beside him, he rose and walked out: "I'll give these remaining corn cakes to the other tribespeople to try."

Night fell slowly; in the cave of the wanderer gathering place, the tribespeople went from initial hope to now anxious worry.

They didn't even dare light a firepit, merely leaning on each other, crowded in the deepest part of the cave, with pairs of eyes anxiously staring at the boulder at the cave mouth.