Chapter 76

But thinking this was a completely different world, Yuan Lang, feeling somewhat stifled, picked up that stack of stone bowls together with the stone pot, gave the smiling little female a dark look, then walked away.

Qingcao lifted her chin: "Yue, you actually made the Beastfolk wash dishes!"

Wu Yue calmly looked at her: "What's wrong? Isn't this perfectly normal? We made the food, he washes the bowls, I think it's quite fair."

Anyway, if he doesn't come eat at my place anymore, then naturally he won't need to wash bowls.

I don't care what you think; I want what I think!

At the doorway, a certain Beastfolk who was about to put down the stone bowl and run froze upon hearing this, looked at the dirty stone bowl in his hand, then thought of the tasty food the little female had made.

He muttered a complaint, then decisively headed toward the river.

Washing dishes could never stymie an invincible general—what a joke!

Huashu was washing wild vegetables while chatting and laughing with the females beside her.

Suddenly, she seemed to see a familiar figure crouched not far away by the river, washing something.

She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, then looked again.

Indeed, it was her troublesome tiger cub, no mistake.

That good-for-nothing who usually just loafs around at home eating and waiting to die was now stern-faced, scrubbing a pile of stone pots and bowls.

Huashu almost heard the sound of her own jaw dropping; she turned to the female beside her: "Shui, help me see—is that my troublesome cub?"

Shui, upon hearing that, turned her head to look...

Oh my goodness!

What a partner! I fucking—what a partner!

She looked at Huashu Grandma beside her, face full of shock: "Really your cub, actually washing stone pots and bowls—did I see wrong?"

Huashu chuckled coldly: "You didn't see wrong—it's that dog cub."

His A Mu is here painstakingly washing wild vegetables, while that good-for-nothing has taken his tiger legs off to the outskirts of the Polar Forest.

Not coming to help his own A Mu—just which little female is he helping?

Yuan Lang the General, who was muttering by the river, suddenly felt an intensely hot gaze continually sweeping over him, his broad back tensing abruptly.

He gripped the stone bowl with his backhand, his dark brows slightly furrowed.

Could a wild beast have sneaked into the tribe?

"Yuan Lang..." a voice through gritted teeth sounded from behind.

Yuan Lang's face instantly stiffened; that familiar voice and tone—it was his cheap A Mu, no doubt.

"You've mistaken me—I'm not Yuan Lang."

He replied in a thin, sharp voice, grabbed the clean pot and bowl, and prepared to slip away.

But a somewhat rough hand grabbed his ear: "Still pretending? You're my son—I could still recognize you."

Grandma Huashu angrily kicked his butt: "Come clean—are you again fooling around with little females?"

This little tiger cub used to pretend to be cool while picking up little females; I thought he'd reformed, but now his tricks are getting even worse.

A proud Beastfolk actually went to help little females wash pots and bowls!

"Aooo! Let go, let go!"

Yuan Lang struggled while glancing around; at such a humiliating moment, he absolutely could not let his familiar lackeys see.

"Eh? Yuan Lang, what are you doing? Washing something for so long?"

Wu Yue's voice came from behind the few people; Yuan Lang's body suddenly tensed, and his perfect image of being mighty, domineering, cold and tall showed a crack.

Huashu released Yuan Lang's ear, frowned at Wu Yue: "Are the pots and bowls Yuan Lang washed yours, Yue?"