All The Furry Creatures In The Beast World Are Farming With Me – CH27

Chapter 27

The meat roasted by the Black Wolf Tribe could only be described as edible.

As for the taste, whoever ate it would know.

Compared with the Snow Wolf Race, the Black Wolf Race had truly limited patience. On top of that, they were larger and needed to eat more food. Every mealtime, they were extremely impatient, wishing the food could enter their mouths in the very next instant. When roasting meat, they liked to place it directly where the fire was largest. The finished product would be half burnt, while the other half was still half-raw.

The entire tribe had gotten used to eating this way. Before eating the Snow Wolf Tribe’s food, they had never felt there was anything wrong. Not only their tribe, most tribes ate like this. When Lang Qi went to the market, he had seen food from other tribes before. In summary, there was no worst-tasting food, only even worse-tasting food.

This understanding was completely shattered this year. Clearly, it was the same food, yet the Snow Wolf Tribe could always come up with different ways to eat it. After tasting those, eating what they roasted themselves felt wrong in every way. Food they had previously been able to swallow had now become hard to get down.

In truth, if one did not look closely, it was still fine. After all, the jerky made by the Snow Wolf Tribe was black, and the meat they roasted was also black. Only when it entered the mouth could one truly understand the gap between the two.

The question had clearly been asked by himself, but now Lang Qi wished he could cover his own mouth. Why had he brought up whether the food tasted bad for no reason? Now look. Everyone could no longer eat.

Lang Qi suggested, “Boss, should we send those earth eggs in the tribe to the Snow Wolf Tribe too?”

Unlike the Snow Wolf Tribe, which had only just arrived this year, the Black Wolf Tribe had started preparing for snow season from the growing season. If they did not want to exchange for more processed food, they could already sleep peacefully in their caves now, because the food stored in the tribe was enough for them to live on for three or four months.

Aside from common prey and fruits, their tribe also had quite a few foods that were rarely seen elsewhere. The earth eggs Lang Qi mentioned were one of them.

Earth eggs were somewhat like eggs laid by various birds. The difference was that earth eggs grew from the ground. They varied in size, and after being dug out, they could be stored inside the cave for a long time. Their only flaw was that they did not taste very good. Snow fruit at least had sweet ones. Earth eggs did not even have sourness. Especially during snow season, eating them was not much different from gnawing on ice.

Over the past two years, the tribe had developed one way to eat them: roasting them over fire. After they were cooked, they tasted a little better than eating them directly. However, when eating, one absolutely had to place a cup of water beside them, because roasted earth eggs were dry enough to choke someone to death. One bite required three thumps on the chest.

The Black Wolf Tribe had quite a lot of food like earth eggs, foods that did not taste very good but were still edible. There was no helping it. Who made their tribe so rich in resources? Lots of prey naturally meant lots of plants. If the Black Wolf Tribe’s territory were not large and resource-rich, they would not have ignored the ownerless territory beside them. It was entirely because their existing territory was enough for the whole tribe to live on.

There were quite a few tribes around them that coveted the Black Wolf territory, but no tribe had ever truly dared to come and seize the Black Wolf Tribe’s land. Although black wolves were terrible at cooking, every member of the tribe was strong and sturdy. Anyone who came had to first weigh whether they could win.

There were many unpopular foods in the cave, so Lang Qi thought that since the meat made by the Snow Wolf Tribe was delicious, their other food should not be bad either. It would be better to take out a portion and try.

Hearing Lang Qi’s words, Lang Yan suddenly remembered something. After thinking for a moment, he said, “Arrange it. Prepare more and let them bring it over tomorrow.”

Naturally, “them” referred to the tribe’s sub-adults.

Lang Qi was surprised. “We still have to wait a day? Can’t we send it over today?”

If they sent it out today, they could get the finished product tonight. If they sent it tomorrow, it would be one day later. Although the Snow Wolf Tribe might not necessarily have a good method, what if they did?

Lang Yan glanced at him. “Do you want to be driven out by them?”

The meaning of the Snow Wolf Tribe chief was very obvious: adult black wolves should not step into their territory.

Lang Yan could understand the other party’s decision very well. After all, he also did not like beastmen from other tribes entering his territory. It was just that every time he thought about it, he felt somewhat unhappy.

Lang Qi recalled the Snow Wolf chief’s attitude during their previous entries into the Snow Wolf Tribe and silently shut his mouth.

Suppressing that inexplicable emotion, Lang Yan instructed, “Don’t say these are foods to be processed. Say they’re for them to taste.”

Many foods only existed near their tribe, and the surrounding tribes harvested far less than they did. They likely would not take them to the market to exchange for supplies. The Snow Wolf Tribe might not have seen these things before. Lang Yan did not want to give them too much pressure. They were only for them to taste. If there were good processing methods, they could continue cooperating. If not, it was fine too. Although these foods were a little unpleasant to eat, they could also help the Snow Wolf Tribe get through snow season.

“All right. I’ll arrange it after eating.” Lang Qi agreed. The hunting team he led was resting today, so they could prepare. All kinds of food in the tribe were piled together randomly, and there were some that had rotted after being stored too long. Such food could not be presented, so it definitely needed to be sorted.

He might as well call over a resting gathering team too. They had brought back the food, so they definitely knew it better. Then they could sort through the other food as well, Lang Qi calculated.

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Snow Wolf Tribe.

The group of sub-adults was separated by back baskets. No matter where they turned their heads, the first thing they saw was an entire pile of uncut meat chunks. Their pressure multiplied, so they gave up eye contact and hand-signal communication, only moving their mouths. After all, talking did not affect cutting meat.

After confirming that they were not moving around and had all settled down, Lang Shuo called Lang Hui over and gave him two pieces of jerky. “Watch them here. If anyone slacks off, shout his name loudly. If you don’t know him, ask Nuo. Don’t be afraid of them. If anyone disobeys, I’ll deduct their meals.”

“Okay!” Lang Hui seriously accepted this task. Ever since Lang Shuo noticed the problem of them going hungry and began specially giving them extra meals from time to time, this group of half-grown children obeyed him completely. Sometimes, their parents’ words were not even as effective as Lang Shuo’s.

After handing the task of supervising the sub-adults to Lang Hui, Lang Shuo instructed the remaining children around Lang Hui’s age to move firewood.

This firewood had all been gathered by the sub-adult black wolves over these past two days. Some of it had even been transported from the Black Wolf Tribe. Recently, the tribe’s fuel consumption had sharply increased. The branches picked up by a few half-grown children were completely insufficient. The sub-adults had already broken the branches into roughly equal lengths. Lang Shuo had the group of half-grown children move them beside the cave and stack them neatly according to thickness, making it convenient to use later.

Only after arranging the two most unstable groups of members in the tribe did Lang Shuo go look for Lang Yun.

Lang Yun had already boiled the water in several stone pots and was placing jerky and dried fruit into the steamers together with several older wolves.

Yesterday, Lang Shuo had the sub-adults take turns roasting jerky. When they counted the quantity at night, he suddenly discovered something wrong. Leaving aside the quality of what was roasted, just in terms of quantity alone, any cooked food handled by sub-adults would have one-third less finished product than what other members produced.

This difference did not only exist among the black wolves. Lang Nuo and the others were no exception. They had probably carried over the habit from their previous shady little workshop, roasting while eating.

In order for both tribes to have enough food to get through winter, Lang Shuo felt more reassured letting the sub-adults cut raw meat. In addition, now that they had several more stone pots, steaming everything was no problem. It also saved more firewood.

After several days, Lang Shuo finally understood why the phrase “firewood, rice, oil, and salt” existed. The easiest thing to overlook, firewood, was precisely what could not be overlooked. The amount used far exceeded his expectations. Fortunately, there were many trees around them. Otherwise, the nearby trees would have long since been cut bare.

Right now, it looked like they had quite a bit of firewood, but in reality, it would not last many days. Lang Shuo did not dare waste it casually, because they had to leave a portion for next month. No matter how fuel-saving the heated beds were, they still needed fuel.

Not long after the jerky went into the pots, everyone smelled the familiar fragrance. The sub-adults who were cutting meat paused in their movements and secretly looked this way.

Seeing that Lang Hui did not know whose name to call for a moment, Lang Shuo called, “Hui, come here for a bit.”

Lang Hui ran over to Lang Shuo.

Lang Shuo handed him a box. Inside were the pits of a kind of fruit, about the size of fingernails, just right for counting. “If you see someone working seriously, put one beside him. Don’t let them touch it. Understand?”

Lang Hui nodded in agreement.

Lang Shuo continued, “And tell them that one fruit pit can be exchanged for one piece of jerky. It’ll be distributed when they eat.”

Lang Shuo understood that without a reward system, the young wolves would not settle down. As harvest was directly proportional to effort, taking out a little reward could increase efficiency. It was not a loss at all.

Lang Hui continued nodding.

Too obedient. Lang Shuo rubbed his fluffy head. “Go on.”

Lang Hui ran back and told the sub-adults Lang Shuo’s words.

The sub-adults who had been looking around immediately withdrew their gazes and worked hard.

Even though they had not spent much time together, they could tell that when Lang Shuo gave rewards, he was truly generous.

However, nature was difficult to change. Even with jerky dangling in front of them, as noon approached, the sub-adults gradually lost patience.

Lang Shuo walked over and first looked at their results. On average, they basically had not slacked off. He nodded. “Good. Go rest first. We’ll eat soon.”

The sub-adults cheered and went to the river to wash their hands. Only Lang Hui remained standing in place without moving.

“What’s wrong?” Lang Shuo saw the child looking conflicted, seemingly worried about something, and took the initiative to ask.

Lang Hui pointed at the back baskets. “They cut two baskets this morning. There are still four baskets.”

According to Lang Hui’s calculations, they would not finish today’s task. Thinking of this, Lang Hui was a little disappointed. He had not done a good job supervising them.

Lang Shuo explained, “There’s only one basket of meat left. The rest is fruit. The fruit doesn’t need to be cut this finely, so it’ll be faster. They can finish it this afternoon.”

When arranging work for the young wolves, Lang Shuo had also considered their personalities. Their efficiency would grow lower the later it got, so he had them cut meat first and put the easier-to-cut fruit later. The work would become easier and easier, so the sub-adults would be able to persevere. In addition, the afternoon was longer than the morning. Finishing all of this would be completely fine.

Only then did Lang Hui let out a breath of relief.

Lang Shuo rubbed his head again. “All right. You worked hard too. Hurry and go eat. Don’t let them snatch everything.”

Although the fixed amount at noon was one bowl per person, if they encountered food that “no one was eating,” the sub-adults would not mind helping solve it.

Lang Hui clearly understood this point and hurriedly ran over to line up.

Lang Shuo called over several older wolves and placed the meat strips cut by the sub-adults into the mashed fruit to marinate, then hung them on the trees.

This time, there was a lot of jerky. Aside from hanging it on trees, they also strung up many ropes specially for hanging jerky. While there was still sun, they had to hurry and dry it. In a few days, when it snowed continuously, they would not have these conditions.

The steamed jerky was placed on the other side. Even though there were no parasitic worm incidents here, Lang Shuo still tried to separate raw and cooked food as much as possible to ensure food safety.

Lang Shuo calculated. According to the amount of food, he planned to first give the Black Wolf Tribe the food their tribe had already been processing earlier and the new food made afterward. The remaining food would be slowly processed by their tribe. This way, when it got colder, the sub-adults would not need to run back and forth between the two tribes, and the remaining food would also be enough for the Snow Wolf Tribe to eat next month. Neither the gathering team nor the hunting party would need to continue going out.

This cooperation was a win-win for both tribes.

There were many sub-adults, so today they could finish cutting the meat and fruit. After drying it for three or four days, they could steam it. Once steamed, they could directly place it on the cave’s heated beds to dry. In less than a day, it could be collected.

If nothing unexpected happened, five or six days would be about enough.

Lang Shuo was thinking this when he never expected his plan to be interrupted by the sub-adults who came over the next day.

Almost every sub-adult was carrying a back basket. At first, Lang Shuo thought it was snow fruit again. After all, the Black Wolf Tribe had intermittently transported dozens of baskets of that over. It was just a little strange. Why was the quantity so large this time?

Only when Lang Yong set down a back basket and opened the lid on top did Lang Shuo realize.

The sub-adults behind him followed suit.

Lang Shuo looked over. Potatoes, potatoes, yams, radishes, pumpkins, potatoes, potatoes…

No, they had such good things, and they were only taking them out now?

For an instant, Lang Shuo suspected he was hallucinating. After all, the variety was too rich.

Among the twenty-something back baskets, nearly half were potatoes. Of the remaining foods, yams and pumpkins were more numerous, while radishes were the fewest, with only two baskets.

Lang Nuo, who had accompanied Lang Shuo over, stared straight at the several baskets of yams. Pointing at those baskets, he was extremely excited. “Yams! Shuo, yams.”

The yam and date paste balls he had been unable to forget after eating them once could now be eaten again!

Lang Shuo rubbed his dog head. “Silly child, look at the others.”

What were yams compared to this? Potatoes were the king of winter survival. Boiled, stewed, pan-fried, deep-fried, stir-fried—there was no cooking method potatoes could not accept.

After his joy, Lang Shuo asked Lang Yong, “Are these to be processed, or are they extra food for you? Some of them aren’t suitable for storing too long.”

After jerky and dried fruit were made, as long as they were stored properly and the temperature was low, keeping them for several months was no problem. Foods like potatoes and yams were more suitable to cook fresh when eating. Of course, if the Black Wolf Tribe wanted them processed, he would still think of a way. After all, a one-third processing fee meant they did not lose out at all.

Lang Yong shook his head. “Neither. The chief said these are for you.”

Hearing this, Lang Shuo guessed that the other side might be worried the Snow Wolf Tribe did not have enough food and had used the opportunity to send some over.

“Our tribe still has a lot. We can’t finish eating it,” another sub-adult interjected.

Lang Shuo, who had been halfway moved: “…”

What an honest child.

Lang Shuo felt a little tired on Lang Yan’s behalf. It was clearly goodwill, so how had it turned into “we can’t finish eating it” once it passed through the mouths of sub-adults? With sub-adults’ appetites, how much food could they possibly not finish?

For the sake of the food, Lang Shuo felt it was necessary to guide the sub-adults in the art of speaking. “Don’t say that next time, understand? Say that you were afraid the food we prepared wouldn’t be enough, so you sent us some to get through the snow season.”

The sub-adults seemed to understand yet not understand. They did not understand the difference between the two. Wasn’t it all giving food? As long as the food arrived, did what they said matter that much?

Lang Shuo let out a breath and simply said directly, “Don’t use your brains. Just remember this sentence. Say this from now on. Aside from this sentence, don’t casually say other things. Do you understand?”

The sub-adults looked at one another and nodded. “We understand.”

Lang Shuo was reassured. Teaching sub-adults could not be done using traditional methods. Having them recite directly was enough. They could not be allowed to think. Once they thought, big problems would appear.

After speaking about the language problem, Lang Shuo placed his attention back on the food.

His favorite was still potatoes. He never got tired of eating them. Thinking about the food the tribe currently had, he decided to make some at noon to try.

Lang Shuo assigned most of the sub-adults the work of chopping ribs. The remaining few helped him wash and cut potatoes.

The potatoes were washed clean and cut into chunks. The potatoes here were not as large as those cultivated in modern times. Each potato only needed to be cut a few times.

After cutting the potatoes, Lang Shuo gave them several pieces of fatty meat.

Right now, it was snow season. In addition, there were not many types of prey around their tribe, so Lang Shuo had never had the chance to render fat before, until the Black Wolf Tribe sent over those prey animals.

There were more humming beasts in the Black Wolf Tribe’s territory. Even though each one did not have that much fat, gathered together, they had accumulated some. Lang Shuo had always kept this fat separately, planning to find time to render oil after finishing this busy period.

The fatty meat was cut into pieces, washed clean, placed into the pot, and a cup of water was added. Then they slowly lit the fire.

Rendering fat could be done with or without water. Both methods could produce oil. Lang Shuo was used to adding water, because it made controlling the temperature easier.

After the water in the pot boiled dry, the oil slowly increased. Lang Shuo took a bamboo ladle and scooped the extra oil into a stone bowl.

In the end, those few pieces of fatty meat rendered two bowls of oil. The remaining cracklings were not wasted either. Sprinkled with a little salt and mixed, they were extremely delicious. A portion was set aside for the hunting party and gathering team. The rest was distributed as one piece per person, and then it was gone.

There was some oil left at the bottom of the pot. Lang Shuo poured the sliced meat into it, stir-fried it for a while, then added water. He placed the potato chunks inside, covered the pot, and let it slowly stew. The other two pots used the same method. One stone pot was only enough for every person to taste a bit. Three pots were about enough to eat.

The sub-adult helping cut meat nearby suddenly understood. “So this is how you’re supposed to eat it.”

Their tribe roasted it. No wonder it did not taste good.

“How did you eat it before?” Lang Shuo asked.

The sub-adult said, “Eat it directly, or roast it. It doesn’t taste good raw, and roasted, it chokes you.”

Lang Shuo was silent for a moment. He really should not have asked. Aside from soup stewed for cubs, other foods were probably all roasted.

Lang Shuo took the initiative to suggest, “In the future, when roasting food, don’t put it directly into the fire. Skewer it with branches and keep it a little farther from the fire. It’ll taste better roasted that way.”

The sub-adult frowned. “Wouldn’t the branch burn through like that?”

Lang Shuo patiently explained, “That’s why you keep it a little farther from the fire. Like that over there.”

Lang Shuo pointed at a half-grown child who had woken late and was currently roasting skewers for himself.

The sub-adult looked thoughtful.

The potato stew would not be ready for a while. Lang Shuo pointed at the remaining potatoes and said, “Carry these and send them to the bread oven.”

The sub-adults followed his instructions. Lang Shuo slowly followed behind. After reaching the place, he evenly placed the potatoes inside the oven, keeping a distance between them and the fire to prevent them from burning.

After finishing this, Lang Shuo checked the remaining food.

These were all foods that could be stored for a period of time. He did not know how the Black Wolf Tribe had preserved them, but none had rotted at all. Lang Shuo checked once, sorted them by type, and decided to make pumpkin porridge at night.

It was just that suddenly receiving so much food made his conscience uneasy if they did not return a portion. Lang Shuo began thinking about how these ingredients could be made in ways convenient for transportation and storage.

Soups and watery dishes truly were not suitable. With the sub-adults’ tendency to practically bounce while walking, by the time the prepared food reached the Black Wolf Tribe, only the container would probably remain. Unless they froze it, but after it froze, the Black Wolf Tribe would need to heat it. That side seemed to only have one pot left. They could not possibly have sub-adults carry stone pots back and forth just for food, no matter how strong the children were.

In the end, Lang Shuo felt roasted potato chunks were slightly better. After the potatoes and meat were cut into pieces, they could be placed into the bread oven and roasted, then mixed evenly with salt and finally packed into back baskets. Although they could not be stored as long as jerky, bringing them to the Black Wolf Tribe to eat would be no problem.

Aside from roasted potatoes, stir-fried potato chunks could also be made. In any case, as long as there was no soup, it was fine. If sealed a bit better, they could still safely reach the Black Wolf Tribe.

As for the other foods, the yams could be made into yam and date paste balls like last time. Cubs could eat them, and adult beastmen could also eat them. Pumpkin porridge should not be brought back. This was not difficult, and once the sub-adults learned it, they could make it themselves after returning to the tribe. As for the radishes…

Seeing him place his gaze on the radishes, the sub-adult beside him turned pale with fright. “Shuo, don’t eat the stink eggs, right?”

“Ah?” Lang Shuo froze. Radishes were called stink eggs?

“After eating this, you fart. It’s really stinky.” The sub-adult frowned, as if remembering something terrifying.

Lang Shuo: “…”

Lang Shuo said, “Eating an appropriate amount is fine. Did you eat too much at once?”

The sub-adult recalled for a while, then shook his head. “I can’t remember.”

At that time, they had not been very old and lived together. They also ate together. Lang Yong smelled food, and they all went over to eat. How much they ate had long been forgotten. They only remembered that the gathering team captain had been very angry. In the end, the group of sub-adults despised one another and decided that same night to sleep separately. In the middle of the night, they woke Lang Yan, who was not yet chief at the time, and had him assign caves to them.

Lang Shuo: “…”

Judging from that description, it had not been a small amount. It was entirely possible they had eaten them all.

Lang Shuo broke open one radish and took a bite from the middle. He discovered that the radish actually tasted pretty good. The spiciness was not obvious, and it carried a slight sweetness. No wonder they liked eating it.

Eat radish in winter and ginger in summer. Even in another time and space, some memories carved into the bones could not be changed. The tribe still had some cluck-cluck bird eggs, so he might as well make a radish soup.

Lang Shuo took out several radishes and had the sub-adults cut them into strips. He first stir-fried several cluck-cluck bird eggs. After frying them, he poured the radishes in and stir-fried them a few times to remove part of the smell, then added water and let it stew.

Radish soup took little time. It started later than the potato stew, but the dish and soup were ready at almost the same time.

Naturally, the most attractive dish was the richly fragrant potato stew. When the lid was lifted, the soup inside was almost gone. The fully cooked potatoes broke apart with a poke, extremely soft and glutinous. Lang Shuo felt a little regretful. If they added some glass noodles or starch sheets, it would be even better. Or some staple food would also work. Food like this was most suitable to eat with rice or steamed buns.

Unfortunately, they had none of those. Lang Shuo sighed, served out one bowl, and handed the ladle to Lang Yun.

Lang Shuo picked up a piece of potato, blew on it, and placed it into his mouth. Without any other sauces, it was slightly bland, but it still could not conceal the potato’s merits. Soft, flavorful, fragrant without being greasy. After eating meat for more than ten days, Lang Shuo nearly shed tears.

If he had known the Black Wolf Tribe had so many potatoes, he would have asked to exchange food the first time Lang Yong and the others got lost.

Aside from Lang Shuo, the other wolves did not have as many feelings when eating potatoes. They were only shocked.

Potatoes stewed together with meat had the taste of meat and were easier to chew than meat. Even the elderly wolves in the tribe whose teeth were not good could eat them.

The snow wolves eating potatoes for the first time were surprised that such a magical food existed.

The sub-adult black wolves eating potatoes this way for the first time put down their bowls and went to rummage through the back baskets.

They did not believe it. What was in the bowl was absolutely not the food they had brought. Lang Shuo must have secretly swapped it when they were not paying attention. Earth eggs could not possibly be this delicious. Earth eggs were supposed to be dry and choke people to death.

However, facts spoke louder than arguments. No matter how much the sub-adults refused to believe it, the ingredients were still those ingredients. The sub-adults who accepted reality grieved for their past selves who had eaten roasted earth eggs while thumping their chests, while also eating the food in their bowls completely clean, not even letting the sauce go.

After eating the potato stew, Lang Shuo lifted the lid of the radish soup. The sub-adult black wolves were unwilling to drink it and all shook their heads when they saw it.

Lang Shuo did not force them. He had not cooked much in the first place. Whoever wanted to drink could serve it themselves.

The Snow Wolf Tribe members had no trauma toward radishes, so each person served a bowl, including the sub-adults. Although it was not as stunning as the potato stew, after drinking it, their bodies were warm. It was still pretty good.

The roasted potatoes were the slowest. Lang Shuo was not in a hurry. Taking advantage of this interval, he had the sub-adults cut several snow fruits into small pieces and put them into a pot to boil, stirring while cooking. In the end, they made snow fruit jam.

After the roasted potatoes came out of the oven, Lang Shuo served out the snow fruit jam and let everyone dip the potatoes into it.

Eating roasted potatoes alone was indeed choking, but dipping them in jam was different. The jam was sweet and sour, and paired with potatoes that did not have much flavor, the taste was unexpectedly good.

The group of sub-adult black wolves ate until they wished they could immediately return to the tribe and bring over the remaining earth eggs.

“Later, make more jam. Bring some back to the tribe.” After eating, Lang Shuo said this to Lang Yong. They did not need to make too much jam. After it was made, it could be placed into bamboo tubes.

Lang Yong nodded. They wanted it, they wanted it.

That night, Lang Shuo prepared some of the methods they had tried during the day that tasted good and were convenient to carry, letting the sub-adults bring them back. Along with the jerky and dried fruit dried today, in the end, every sub-adult had a back basket on his back and was carrying some food that could not be pressed in his hands. It was not any easier than when they had come in the morning.

“Go slower on the road. Go back.” The sub-adults had gone back and forth many times, so this time, Lang Shuo did not have Lang Yu send them.

“Mm-hm!” After the sub-adult black wolves agreed, they turned and ran.

There was a lot of food today. When they returned to the tribe, they could pester the chief into letting them eat another meal. Hehe.

For once, the sub-adults did not waste time on the road and ran in one breath to the edge of the territory.

Lang Yan was waiting at the same place with a group of wolves. Seeing them come over loaded with large and small packages, he was puzzled. “Why is there so much?”

The other wolves smelled an unfamiliar fragrance, twitched their noses, and asked, “What smells so good?”

The scent was a little familiar, but they were certain they had never eaten it before.

Lang Yong stopped and panted a few times. After thinking for a moment, he answered, “Roasted potatoes, fried potatoes. They’re especially, especially delicious. Shuo was afraid the food we prepared wouldn’t be enough, so he gave us some first.”

After Lang Yong finished speaking, he praised himself in his heart. Saying it like this meant they could eat tonight! He had even used the words Lang Shuo taught him. He was truly impressive!

The other sub-adults nodded one after another.

The adult wolves who heard this were surprised. “The Snow Wolf Tribe is too good. They were even afraid we didn’t have enough food.”

“They make delicious food and are soft-hearted too. Why didn’t they move here earlier?”

Lang Yan looked at the tribe members continuously praising the Snow Wolf Tribe, then looked at the sub-adults with faces full of agreement. He was silent for a long time and took a deep breath.

Forget it. Let it be.

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