Transmigrated into a rare female in the beast world, she was forced to love

"You said you didn't encourage Gillian to go to the back mountain!" Only Lan Di continued to insist.

She pointed at Su Qianqian and said with disgust, "You were the one who lied to Gillian that the red fruit was edible, weren't you? You deliberately made her go to the back mountain and got her hurt! Su Qianqian, you are so vicious!"

Even the clan leader couldn't stand it anymore. He shouted, "Lanti, shut up!"

Only then did Lan Di close his mouth reluctantly.

She glanced at Lang Yan who was standing behind the clan leader. Even though he didn't say a word, his gray-blue eyes were always silently staring at the petite girl opposite him.

She had never seen the always cold and distant Lang Yan look at anyone with such eyes.

Thinking of this, Lan Di couldn't help but glare at Su Qianqian fiercely, with hatred and jealousy in his eyes almost overflowing.

Su Qianqian had no idea what Lan Di was thinking. She stepped forward, took the red fruit from Gillian's hand, and said word by word, "Gillian didn't lie to you. This red fruit is indeed edible and won't give you diarrhea. I have a way to make it more delicious."

"Oh?" The patriarch looked at her. "Really?"

Everyone also looked at Su Qianqian, as if they couldn't believe that she could make the red fruit taste good.

Su Qianqian nodded: "However, I need to use the fire in the tribe to roast the red fruit."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lanti's sarcastic voice rang out: "Don't be ridiculous! How can something as precious as fire be used to roast cheap food like red fruits?"

"But roasted red fruits are really delicious..." Gillian was still trying to defend Su Qianqian.

Su Qianqian didn't say anything, she looked at the patriarch.

She knew that the only person who could decide this matter was the clan leader.

Perhaps because Lang Yan had informed her beforehand, the tribe leader showed no surprise when he heard she was going to roast the red fruits. Instead, he asked with a hint of disbelief, "Really? Can you really make the red fruits taste good? And won't give me diarrhea after eating them?"

Before coming, Lang Yan had reported the matter of Hong Guoguo to him, but he just remained skeptical.

After all, all the orcs who had eaten red fruits in the past had diarrhea without exception, and he didn't dare to completely believe what Su Qianqian said.

Su Qianqian nodded solemnly: "Chief, our tribe has been eating this for many years without any problems. I can guarantee this. Moreover, this roasted red fruit is not only delicious, but also filling. Orcs of all ages can eat it."

Hearing this, an unprecedented hope flashed in the patriarch's eyes.

You know, the tribe would send male orcs out hunting every once in a while, but the prey they brought back to the tribe was limited each time, and they had to be eaten by the females and cubs in the tribe first. The old, weak, sick and elderly orcs would get very little prey, and it was almost difficult for them to survive.

But the red fruits are everywhere in the mountains. If they are really edible, the orcs in the tribe will never lack food again.

"Lang Yan, go with the priest to get some fire." The patriarch was silent for a moment and gave the order directly.

Lang Yan responded and turned away.

Soon, the fire was brought.

The bean-sized flames fell on the hay and soon started a raging fire.

Under the command of the priest, the beastmen gathered firewood, built a bonfire, and let the fire burn brightly.

Su Qianqian walked forward and buried the red fruit in her hand in the fire.

Seeing this, Gillian contributed all the red fruits she had found from the back mountain.

Su Qianqian accepted all of them and buried them all in the fire.

Now, all you have to do is wait quietly.

With the chief in charge, the orcs present did not dare to say much and could only wait patiently.

Fortunately, the red fruits that Gillian found were not big, so they only needed to be baked for more than half an hour.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Su Qianqian found two thick branches and dug out the red fruits from the fire.

The fire was bright and scorching, and the black mud on Su Qianqian's face was cracking and peeling...

Seeing this, Lang Yan walked forward silently, pulled Su Qianqian behind him without saying a word, picked up a branch and dug out all the red fruits.

Su Qianqian gave him a grateful look.