The Immortal King has a farming system (Quick Transmigration)

Chapter 133 The Forgotten Witch Doctor Thirty-Seven

Yun Mo was not idle either. He had not used too much spiritual power to nourish his body, and he felt cold in the freezing weather. So, following the system's suggestion, Yun Mo began to study how to make delicious soup.

Whether you are making soup or cooking other food, the most important thing is seasoning.

Yun Mo relied on the complete supplies in the space to make hundreds of meals every day, including various soups and liquids. At first, all these things went into Shun's stomach.

Later, when Qianya came to see Yunmo, she refused to eat the food made by Bai anymore. No matter how heavy the snow was, she would come to Yunmo's place to eat.

Later, Chunya also came. Yunmo had a good memory, and the swordsman's sword skills were naturally good. In the heavy snow in March, Chunya and Qianya both gained weight. Even Shun could turn into a doll from time to time.

Yun Mo's cooking skills have also improved from being just average at the beginning to becoming a top chef.

At least he likes the soup he makes.

Three months later, the heavy snow finally stopped and the sun even appeared in the sky.

Yun Mo piled the snow around the cave into a pile. The perennial herbs were not collected, and their branches now looked dry.

Qianya stamped her feet, holding the chrysanthemum tea brewed by Yunmo in her hand, with a sigh on her face.

Qianya: "In the past, everyone would go hunting when the sun came out."

Qianya: "Now I have to go clear the snow from the house"

Lida: "You've lost a lot of weight by this time before."

Lida: "You've gained more weight now." Qianya: "There's nothing I can do."

Qianya: “(looking cocky)”

Qianya: "Our Mo not only hunts, but also cooks delicious meals."

Qianya: "The most important thing is that he is willing to give me food"

Nowadays, no orc except their partner is willing to let others eat their food. Yun Mo has so much food in his hands that he is not interested in it at all. Naturally, he is not stingy and will let anyone who comes have a bite.

Lida rolled her eyes, but didn't argue with Qianya.

After all, it was Yun Mo's credit that the tribe had enough food this year. He taught Lei Yanshui how to hunt, and he also made fishing nets. The emergence of pottery also brought absolute benefits to the tribe.

There is no shortage of food and salt in the tribe, which is much better than before when they had to suffer from hunger during the snow season.

Spring Buds: "Silence"

Chunya: "Lei said that he would take people out hunting after clearing the snow off the roof."

Chunya: "He asked me to ask you if you want to go?"

Yun Mo: "I won't go"

Yun Mo: "A beast will become more ferocious after being hungry for a few months"

Yun Mo: "Tell them to be safe"

Yun Mo didn't say anything hypocritical like "there is enough food, so don't go out hunting." Orcs hunt not only for food, but also to drive away wild beasts that have been hungry for months to the outskirts of the tribe in advance, so as to ensure the safety of the tribe.

Yun Mo: “That’s right.”

Yun Mo: "Take out the fishing net later"

Yun Mo: "Let's break the ice and catch some fish."

Yun Mo: "It's so cold, you don't even need to salt the fish, just freeze it outside."

Yun Mo: "Prepare more food. After the snow season is over, it will take some time for prey to migrate here." Before the snow season comes, a large number of animals migrate away. After the snow season, it will take time for the animals to migrate back.

Chunya: "Okay, I'll arrange it right away"

After sweeping the snow off the roof, Lei took people to hunt, while Chunya and Yunmo took people to catch fish.

When passing by the pottery cellar, Chunya couldn't help but peek inside, only to find a big guy lying inside. She was shocked and hurried to find Yunmo.

Spring Buds: "Silence"

Chunya: "There's something in our pottery cellar"

Yun Mo: "Did you see clearly what it is?"

In fact, his spiritual consciousness had already "seen" it. It was a brown bear lying in the pottery cellar with its legs spread out in sleep. However, its breathing was very weak and it must be dying.