Wolf King

As expected, the patriarch firmly disagreed with the use of these purple-glazed ceramic bowls. He even wrapped the pots and water pots with hay and hid them carefully...

Xiao Yun was really too lazy to fight and cough with him, and being able to get back the previous batch of pottery bowls from the patriarch's hand was considered a victory in the battle. That night, he asked the clansmen to use pottery bowls as tableware.

... So a group of snow werewolves who were waiting for the meat to be divided around the campfire returned to him with more than a dozen bewildered faces.

"It's useless to be cute!"

Xiao Yuncai didn't care about the reaction of these guys, after handing out the bowl, he squatted next to the clay pot containing bean sprout soup with a wooden spoon in his hand: "From now on, you are not allowed to reach into the pot to grab bean sprouts, you must come over with the bowl and use the spoon Scoop it out, put it in a bowl, and then eat it. If anyone violates it, he is forbidden to eat bean sprouts and drink soup!"

The weather is getting colder, the grass leaves are half yellow, not to mention fruits, even wild vegetables can't be dug up, except for the same barbecue and boiled meat, only bean sprouts can change the taste. dumbfounded...

Reluctantly, the patriarch took the lead and carefully held the earthen red pottery bowl filled with half a bowl of bean sprouts with his claws, and sipped the hot soup while gnawing on the meat.

Barbecue with only salt and no extra seasoning, once in a while, can be regarded as a wild taste, and whoever eats it will know how it tastes if it becomes a staple food... Tea in ancient China was popular among northern nomads because it can soothe meat and eat too much Too much greasy; there is nowhere to find tea leaves in this place, but the bean sprouts stewed with bone soup comes with sweet and refreshing vegetables, and the function of relieving greasy is much higher than that of tea. stand up……

The others saw that the patriarch had no objection, so they followed the patriarch to learn how to use the sweet and refreshing bean sprout soup to serve barbecue. At first, they were a little awkward and not used to it, but after eating, everyone's expressions became obviously relaxed, and that kind of comfort is not blind. visible……

Xiao Yun smiled and watched the clansmen start eating. He deliberately didn't ask the clansmen not to grab the meat with their hands, but waited for these people to actually experience the heartache of not being able to grasp the bowl with oily hands and breaking a few - and he didn't ask him to wait. For too long, when I drank the soup, I just roasted the meat and drank the smooth horn. When I stood up again to ladle the soup, I unconsciously changed the hand to hold the bowl. I lost my grip on the oily fingers, and the ceramic bowl slipped out of my fingers and fell to the ground with a clang. ,Cracked.

The clansman on the side: "?!"

The patriarch of the wooden house: "...!!"

Niujiao: "...I, this?!"

"Hiss—" the clansman stared at the broken pottery bowl and began to gasp.

"Mo Fang!" Xiao Yun raised his hand to stop the clansmen who wanted to scream, "It's okay, Sui Sui Ping An, here comes the horn, and then take a pottery bowl to use, just be careful this time." He took out a clean pottery bowl and handed it over.

Horn... No matter how rough the horn is, it is impossible to treat it as nothing. He looked at Xiao Yun in horror and then at the wreckage of the pottery bowl he broke, and dared not move with his mouth half open.

"Everyone said it's all right." Xiao Yun got up and stuffed the new pottery bowl into his horns, and bent down to pick up the broken pottery bowl wreckage. It’s a waste, don’t worry, ah.”

The ox horns holding the new pottery bowl in both hands looked dazed...

Xiao Yun sat back and continued to guard the bean sprouts soup pot, nodded to the clansmen with a smile, and pointed to the stack of pottery bowls that he put aside specially for spare: "Everyone, don't be stressed, even if you accidentally break it, there are still more. Anyway, the bowls burned in the tribe are not replaced from outside, we can afford to drop them. Even if all these bowls are broken, the patriarch still has better bowls than this one."

The patriarch couldn't care less about scolding the horns for not cherishing them, and looked at him in horror...

"I, I didn't do it on purpose, my hand slipped..." Niujiao was aggrieved, and he carefully grabbed the bowl with his unoiled hand, and wiped vigorously on the animal skin shorts with the other hand.

"I know, I know, if you grab the barbecue with your hands and eat it, of course it will be stained with oil. This is inevitable. No one will talk about your horns. Come here and I will scoop up bean sprouts for you, and you can continue to eat." Xiao Yun, a wolf with a big tail land.

With this attitude, the patriarch naturally couldn't open his mouth to scold Niu Jiao, so he could only stare at Niu Jiao fiercely with his eyes, and then looked at the others threateningly.

In fact, without the threat of the patriarch, the people of the clan began to get nervous... Including the horns, everyone silently looked down at their hands, trying to write down which hand grabbed the meat, and remember not to use oily hands. catch bowl...

Xiao Yun looked with satisfaction at the clansmen who had become much more "gentle" in eating, deliberately sat halfway forward, showed his homemade wooden chopsticks, and ate the meat in a smart way—in order to let the barbecue be heated evenly and taste , the few young people who are in charge of making dinner now will try their best to cut the meat into long strips with their claws. Although it is still a bit large, it is no problem to pick it up with chopsticks and eat it.

Usually, he also uses homemade wooden chopsticks, and the tribe has never cared about it. This time, he started to eat with serious performance marks, which quickly attracted the attention of the tribe.

"Ayun, if you eat meat with a stick, you won't get oil on your hands." Dahe with a bright eye found Huadian.

"Yeah!" Xiao Yun nodded while chewing the meat, and deliberately showed Dahe his clean hands.

"Oh~!" The soldier Hongye suddenly showed a understanding expression, carefully put down the bowl, wiped his greasy right hand on the animal skin shorts a few times, and took a sharpened one from his animal skin quiver. Bone Arrow tightly grasped the meat stuck on the rattan grass mat, ate it happily, and threw a triumphant look at Xiao Yun triumphantly.

"Hehe." Xiao Yun showed the king's contempt, swallowed the meat on the chopsticks in one gulp, then picked up a few bean sprouts with the chopsticks, and put them into his mouth with ease.

Hongye looked at her own bone arrow, and then at the thin white bean sprouts in the bowl, the corners of her mouth twitched... Her bone arrow really couldn't do this.

Mengmeng Dahe looked at Hongye and then at Xiao Yun, blinked and said: "Ah Yun, your little wooden stick is very useful."

"This is called chopsticks." What Xiao Yun wants is for the clansmen to notice the convenience of chopsticks and imitate him spontaneously, "It's very easy to use, it won't get your hands full of oil, and it's very flexible. If you get used to it, you can pick up anything. .By the way, don’t Niujiao like to eat fish? If you can use your chopsticks flexibly, it will be very convenient to eat fish, and you can easily remove the fish bones, so you don’t have to eat fish with crispy bones.”

Obtaining animal fat is not a problem, but frying fish and frying fish is too expensive to use a pot. Everyone in the tribe knows that fish is delicious, and they have only eaten it once.

"Ah Yun, give me chopsticks." Niu Jiao immediately stretched out his hand towards Xiao Yun.

"Give it to me too." Da He also said.

Xiao Yun immediately followed suit... and took out a large handful of prepared wooden chopsticks, all of which were standard wooden chopsticks that he had meticulously repaired with his claws and rounded at the top and bottom.

Whether the chopsticks are good or not, everyone on the earth knows that ghosts use chopsticks to make thieves sneak in order to eat Chinese food.But the chopsticks are not easy to use. The clansmen, including the patriarch, who received chopsticks from Xiao Yun, after a difficult trial... all silently abandoned this thing, and still eat with their own claws.

Xiao Yun had long been prepared to fight a long-term "chopstick war", so he was not discouraged. The big pot was over, and the increasingly low-key and silent human leather craftsman Sal took away the pots and bowls to clean, and the clansmen were ready to line up to take a bath. While on the kang, Xiao Yun took out a clay pot with a lid and put it in front of him: "Don't rush away, who wants to play a delicious game with me?"

"Delicious?" Niu Jiao looked over with bright eyes.

"Game?" Dahe, Qingcao, and Wool, who were just about to get up, immediately sat back.

Xiao Yun smiled slightly, lifted the lid of the pot, and a scent of animal fat mixed with beans and pine nuts immediately spread out—he has been storing animal fat in a planned way since the tribe began to prepare air-dried meat. The level of catering has not yet developed enough to be able to cook (there is no iron pan, and the heat transfer force of the ceramic pan is too strong), but animal oil can always come in handy; this time, he added the pine nuts he picked up from the outside of the jungle to the A part of the smaller black beans, deep-fried in animal fat and sprinkled with salt, made such a big half pot of fried snacks.

Xiao Yun grabbed a few beans and pine nuts for the clansmen who sat back to taste first: "How about it, is it delicious?"

"It's delicious!" The eyes of the clansmen who have never eaten snacks are all bright. Although the ingredients are only oil and salt, there is also a market for fried beans in modern society, not to mention the aroma of pine nuts to enhance the taste.

Xiao Yun smiled slightly, put a clean ceramic bowl on the ground, threw three beans and pine nuts into the ceramic bowl, and took out two pairs of chopsticks: "This game is called chopstick war. Two people pick up the beans in the bowl with their chopsticks. Pine nuts, whoever can pick up and eat more in his mouth is the winner, and the winner can get a handful of beans and pine nuts, based on the handful I hold, how about it, who wants to play?"

"Me!" Niu Jiao, who was the least forceful...uh, who couldn't stand the temptation of delicious food, immediately sat on the side of the bowl.

"I'll come too." Qingcao, who was often praised by Xiao Yun for her dexterity, sat on the other side with confidence.

There were only embers left in the bonfire, and the clearing in the tribe was dark, but the lack of light could not affect the snow werewolves who could see at night, and a fierce battle for snacks began...

And when the snow wolves were seduced by Xiao Yun for after-dinner games, on the grassland less than ten kilometers away from the tribe, a lonely traveler was staggering through the bushes.

The heavy panting and the sound of footsteps ranging from heavy to heavy spread tens of meters away, startling the predators at night. Green eyes flashed through the grass, hiding in the dark and peeking at the wobbly, seemingly about to fall at any time. Pedestrians under.

"Huh...huh..."

The predator's ferocious mouth spewed out a stench of hot air, and it smelled a slight smell of blood and carrion, which made it a little excited, but it did not attack rashly, because the seemingly exhausted prey It's bigger than that.

Hunters on the prairie know better than anyone else the consequences of impulsiveness, which often have to be paid at the cost of their lives. Hungry predators bear the thunder in their stomachs, patiently fall behind their prey, and chase slowly It smelled the scent of the prey; its patience was rewarded, and the prey, which had the advantage of size, tripped over the thorns growing close to the ground, and after a little struggle, it couldn't get up again.

The predator rushed out of the grass decisively, and there is nothing more attractive than the smell of flesh and blood to attract all kinds of hunters. It must hurry up and have a meal before the next group of hunters are attracted. If possible, it You can also drag away the leftover prey and find a safe place to bury it and enjoy it slowly.

The excited predator pounced on its prey, but... the moment it opened its bloody mouth to bite, the motionless prey suddenly turned over, grabbed its salivating chin, and slid down Give it a hard pull—the lower part of its head bids farewell to its body.

It is not uncommon for hunters and prey to switch identities on the grasslands, but... the pedestrian who instantly killed this hapless predator did not enjoy his meal, he was still lying in place, motionless.

After a long time, he moved, and his body shook even more when he got up again, but he still stood up firmly. He bent down, grabbed the nape of the predator who attacked him, and threw it on his shoulder , the already wobbly body swayed even more because of this movement.

"Ha ha……"

Pedestrians started on the road again, staggering even more.

"The snow werewolves who are willing to take in even humans...ha...will take me in too..."

"Ok?"

The soldier Hongye originally took a bath and entered the house on the kang, but was attracted by the wail of the ox horn to go out to watch the fun, just laughed a few words about the ox horn that hadn't even eaten a few handfuls of beans, and Hongye smelled the faint smell in the air. blood.

The Snow Werewolf's sense of smell is unquestionable, and fighters like Hongye are better at distinguishing smells.The blood was very weak, and Hongye didn't disturb the clansmen who were happily playing the game. She left quietly, returned to her tent, took the bow and arrow, and quickly ran out of the tribe towards the direction where the blood came.

There were more than one sharp fighter like Hongye, and Ah Shan, who also used bows and arrows, also chased him out.

"There are two smells of blood." Ah Shan, who was faster, caught up with Hongye and said softly.

Hongye nodded: "One fresh, one rancid."

"There are no other tribes around here, are they homeless?" Ashan said.

Hongye frowned: "Even if they are homeless, they won't run around when it's about to snow."

"If there is danger, drive away." Ah Shan said.

After the two snow werewolf warriors ran quickly for a few minutes, the blood they smelled became stronger, and the smell that they couldn't smell before began to be carried by the wind.

"Huh, this smell seems to be... people from the cat tribe?" Ah Shan sniffled, a little surprised, "When the tribe migrated, the cat tribe they met was more than a month away from us, how could there be People from the cat tribe came so far?"

"I see, it's over there!" Hongye pointed.

The other party also seemed to have spotted the Snow Werewolf approaching at high speed, stopped and glanced this way... suddenly fell forward and fell to the street.

Ah Shan & Hong Ye: "...?!"