All The Furry Creatures In The Beast World Are Farming With Me – CH6

Chapter 6

Lang Yu looked at the cubs scattered all over the ground and felt somewhat nostalgic.

Lang Shuo’s beast form had also been a tiny little bundle, even smaller than the other cubs, and extremely adorable. It was just that ever since he turned three, Lang Shuo had never transformed back into beast form again.

Between the ages of twelve and eighteen, beastmen changed very noticeably. Every year brought great differences. He wondered how large Lang Shuo’s beast form was now.

Lang Yu regretted it for a while before finally reminding Lang Shuo that it was time to eat.

Lang Shuo’s attention was entirely on the fluffy bundles on his legs.

The cubs were at the age where they were most lively. Today, the sunlight was warm, and they did not tire of crawling here and there. Some of them were too weak to climb up by themselves and could only whine softly on the ground, acting spoiled and asking Lang Shuo for help.

Lang Shuo simply could not refuse.

Surrounded by a group of cubs who only knew how to act cute, he was so happy he was practically bubbling over.

Only after hearing Lang Yu’s voice did Lang Shuo realize that he and the cubs had already been playing for quite some time. When one was immersed in petting cubs, one truly could not feel the passage of time.

Lang Shuo first wiped his hands clean, then accepted a skewer. His gaze still remained on the cubs, reluctant to move away. Eating with so many cubs keeping him company—he was practically a winner in life.

Then, when all the cubs raised their heads and countless pure, expectant eyes looked toward him, Lang Shuo suddenly realized he had made a huge mistake.

In the past, the cats and dogs he petted at school were fed by people every day. Many of them were picky eaters. For example, the little black dog downstairs from his dorm would only eat the filling of buns, not the skin. Back then, he could eat while watching those fluffy creatures without any problem. The cats and dogs did not care for his food at all.

He had gotten used to that and had completely forgotten that beastman cubs were different.

The cubs had good appetites, were not picky, and most importantly, had sharp senses of smell.

He was eating so close to the cubs, and what he was eating was roasted meat that could not be casually fed to the cubs right now. It was no different from drinking an iced beverage in front of military-training students.

Just then, another rich aroma drifted over from not far away.

This time, not only were the cubs’ attention drawn away, even Lang Yu, who had been teasing his younger brother, turned to look toward the source of the fragrance.

The members around them who had been busy tanning hides, breaking branches, and polishing stone knives also looked over.

Lang Yun was pulling branches out from beneath the stone pot. This was what Lang Shuo had told her: once the meat soup began to boil, remove some of the branches and let it simmer slowly over a low flame.

At this moment, the water in the stone pot was constantly bubbling. The slices of meat and red dates inside could be seen. The yam pieces had been cut a little large, so they were not very obvious, but that fragrance could not deceive anyone.

Lang Nuo was the first to be unable to hold back. He threw down the work he had long since stopped wanting to do and ran over to ask, “Sister, what is this?”

As he spoke, he swallowed.

Actually, this question was useless. Of course he could tell there was meat inside. What was strange was that this time, the smell was completely different from before. Only yesterday’s roasted meat could compare to it, yet this had a different fragrance from roasted meat, tempting people so much that they wanted to taste it immediately.

The other members had the same thought.

They had never eaten food like this before, nor did they understand why, when it was all meat boiled in water, the meat they usually boiled was bland and tasteless, while the one Lang Yun was boiling in the stone pot this time smelled so fragrant.

Some members also noticed the stone pot.

“Isn’t that the old priest’s stone pot? Can we use it?”

Priests held an unusual status on the Beast God Continent. Rumor had it that priests could communicate with the Beast God. Whether that was true or false, anything related to priests had to be treated with utmost caution.

Before everyone could start discussing it, Lang Yu explained, “Before the old priest passed away, he said that as long as the tribe could use his things, we were free to use them.”

The old priest of the Snow Wolf Tribe was different from the lofty priests in many other tribes. He would not refuse treatment because a member could not provide supplies, nor would he demand resources from the tribe to offer sacrifices to the gods.

The old priest’s most common request had been asking the gathering team to help collect herbs for him. He was old and could not walk too far. He had originally wanted to train a new priest, but after observing for a long time, he had never found a suitable successor. Even Lang Yu and Lang Yun had only learned a tiny bit.

Before the old priest passed away, he had specifically emphasized that if the tribe needed his belongings, they could use them freely. Many members had been present at the time. It was just that everyone assumed the stone pot was used for boiling medicine and had never thought it could have another use.

Lang Yun had originally been focused on adjusting the fire. The heat was something Lang Shuo had repeatedly emphasized, so she did not dare be careless. Only after confirming that the flame was suitable did she answer everyone’s questions one by one.

“This is food cooked for the cubs.”

The wolves who had originally been staring at the meat soup with shining eyes immediately lost the light in their gaze when they heard this.

So it was food for the cubs.

No matter how greedy they were, it was impossible for them to snatch food from the cubs. Still, their gazes remained glued to the stone pot.

“Will meat cooked in the stone pot always smell this good?” one member asked.

She was thinking about whether she could borrow the stone pot tonight and cook a pot to try.

As soon as she said this, before Lang Yun and Lang Shuo could explain, Lang Nuo was the first to shake his head.

“It’s not because of the stone pot. Medicine boiled in the stone pot tastes awful.”

Hearing this, the members who had drunk medicine all nodded in unison.

After medicinal herbs were boiled into soup, they were bitter, spicy, and sour, while also giving off a strange, unpleasant smell. Without powerful self-control, it was impossible to swallow. The scent of the meat soup before them was the complete opposite. Just smelling it made them drool. They were entirely different smells. It definitely had nothing to do with the stone pot.

Lang Yun did not take the credit and explained the matter honestly. “This is the method Shuo told me. He said cooking meat this way tastes better.”

After saying that, Lang Yun called toward Lang Nuo, “How many bamboo bowls have you made?”

The tribe had not had that many suitable bowls before. Just now, Lang Yu had asked Lang Nuo and several sub-adult wolves to bring over the bamboo they had cut yesterday to see whether they could make a few. Together with the existing stone trays and bamboo bowls, they could at least let the cubs eat this meal in batches first.

But the few wolves who had been ordered to make bamboo bowls were currently all gathered in front of the stone pot, seemingly having forgotten the work assigned to them.

Hearing Lang Yun ask about their progress, the group of half-grown youths looked at one another. Finally, Lang Nuo explained in a small voice, “Sister, the bamboo is too hard. The stone knives can’t cut through it.”

They really were not slacking off. The tribe had had no time to sharpen new stone knives along the way. After arriving in the new territory, they had cut branches, dug the cave, and sliced so much meat last night. Most of the stone knives they had used before had become blunt and could not cut through bamboo at all. They had worked for most of the morning and had only managed to make two.

Two.

Even with the usable stone trays added in, the number was still far from enough.

While the cubs’ attention was attracted by the meat soup, Lang Shuo speedily finished a skewer of roasted meat and almost choked. He was still patting himself to smooth his breath when he heard this. Looking at the bamboo over there, he simply said, “For now, cut a few sections and make long trough-like bowls. Let several cubs eat together. We can replace them when we have time.”

The previous stone tray was too small. Only one circle of cubs could gather around it, and the others could only look for chances to squeeze in. Those who could not squeeze in at all got nothing to eat. If they added more containers, even if several cubs ate together, all the cubs would get to eat.

This suggestion received unanimous approval, especially from the young wolves cutting bamboo. They were particularly happy.

Making bowls from bamboo required cutting open both ends of a bamboo section and polishing them smooth. But the method Lang Shuo had just mentioned was much simpler. Splitting one section of bamboo into two made two long bowls. If the bamboo section was long, three or four cubs could use one without a problem.

Lang Shuo waited for a while, then reminded Lang Yun to remove the wood from beneath the stone pot. Stone pots retained heat well and would not cool down for a while. Once the bamboo bowls were finished, the soup could be served into them and would be just right for the cubs to eat directly.

The amount of food in each bowl was about the same. Two cubs of similar age shared one bowl so their eating speeds would not differ too much. Lang Yun knew every cub. Older cubs received a little more, and younger cubs received a little less.

The full pot of meat soup was divided until only a little remained at the bottom. Lang Yun served a bowl with more meat and less soup for Lang Shuo, then called the other members over. In the end, each person only got to drink one mouthful of soup and pinch up a slice of meat to taste.

Lang Shuo broke two firm grass stems to use as chopsticks. After eating a few bites, he was very satisfied with the flavor.

Horned beast meat was more tender than beef, so even without other seasonings, the slices of meat inside were easy to chew. The yam had been stewed for a long time and had a very soft, glutinous texture. After gnawing on meat for two days, Lang Shuo could not resist eating two pieces in a row. The red dates carried a faint sweetness, but the flavors in the bowl of soup did not clash. Instead, it made people want to keep eating after one bite.

The bowl of soup was not much. Lang Shuo and the cubs finished almost at the same time.

After eating, the cubs fell asleep. Perhaps because Lang Shuo had slept a lot over the past few days, he was not sleepy. He arranged the sleeping cubs beside him and counted them once before feeling at ease. The cubs were too small. If one was not careful, they could be blocked by other things.

On the other side, a group of beastmen were gathered around Lang Yun, asking whether they could cook another pot.

But Lang Yun could not decide on cooking by herself. Food had always been distributed by Lang Yu.

Most members had already eaten breakfast, but this meat soup tasted better than anything they had boiled before. The mouthful just now had only moistened their lips and had not satisfied their craving at all. Especially the group of sub-adult wolves—they were full of energy, had woken up early, and had worked for a while just now. The food they had eaten that morning had already been fully digested. They looked eagerly toward Lang Yu, every thought written plainly on their faces.

Lang Yu: “…”

Lang Yu hesitated for a while. In the end, he could not harden his heart and said to Lang Yun, “Go cut another piece of meat and cook another pot.”

The sub-adults who had successfully begged for food let out an excited howl, startling the cubs beside Lang Shuo, who had just fallen asleep, into trembling.

Lang Shuo hurriedly patted the cubs one by one. After coaxing them back to sleep, he made a gesture toward Lang Nuo, who still wanted to howl, signaling for him to be quiet.

After making the gesture, Lang Shuo himself froze for a moment.

This movement felt so familiar.

Lang Yu, who caught sight of the movement from the corner of his eye, felt his heartbeat stop for an instant. They did not rely entirely on beast form when hunting. Sometimes they also went out in human form, so they had many gestures with different meanings. In the past, whenever this gesture for silence appeared, it meant Lang Shuo was going to find a place to stay by himself.

These past two days, he had been so busy feeling happy that only now did he break out in a cold sweat from fright.

Lang Shuo would not change back to the way he had been before, would he?

Very soon, Lang Yu discovered that his worry was unnecessary.

After reminding Lang Nuo and the other sub-adults, Lang Shuo patted the cubs again, then pulled a handful of dry grass from the side and twisted it this way and that, occasionally measuring it beside the cubs.

“Shuo, what are you planning to make?” Lang Yu asked as if unintentionally.

Lang Shuo did not hide it. “I’m weaving some grass nests to hold the cubs.”

Lang Shuo had noticed that when adult beastmen moved cubs, they relied entirely on lifting them by the scruff of their necks. Although that spot did not hurt, constantly carrying them around like that was not ideal. There was also the cubs’ sleeping area. Even with dry grass spread down, it was still not very comfortable. Since there was dry grass nearby, he decided to try weaving a few grass nests. Once they were made, they could be used whether they brought the cubs out to play during the day or let them sleep inside at night.

Actually, they could also make a larger one and put all the cubs inside to let them play. But that type would require a lot of material and rope. It was already noon now, so they definitely could not finish it today. Besides, he was not sure whether he could weave it well.

As for grass nests, he could weave a few to get familiar with the process, then teach the other members. With several people working together, one afternoon would be enough. It would also lay the foundation for weaving larger containers in the future.

Hearing Lang Shuo’s words, Lang Yu breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he was not trying to stay alone, that was fine.

He casually grabbed a handful of dry grass to help. He did not know how to weave, so he could only help smooth out the grass.

By the time the extra pot of meat soup was finished, the two brothers had already woven one grass nest.

The grass nest was about thirty centimeters in both diameter and depth. It could fit two cubs. If the cubs were willing to stack on top of one another while sleeping, three or four could fit too.

“Spread animal hide at the bottom of the grass nest, place the cubs inside, then cover them with another layer.”

The grass nest had a certain ability to keep out the cold. Its edges were fixed in place, and its height was taller than the cubs. Even if the cubs flailed around inside, they would not be able to crawl out. Lang Shuo imagined that scene for a moment and was instantly overwhelmed by how cute it was.

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