After transmigrating, she became the most beloved beast in the world.

"Chu Xinyao, you're not lying, this can be boiled into sugar?" He Yiyi looked at the sweet stick in front of her with doubt and asked Chu Xinyao.

"Fine, if you don't believe me, I've made it, but don't eat it. Duoduo, could you please call Heyu over?" Tu Duoduo is Heyu's younger sister, seventeen years old, a female rabbit, who came to help take care of her. But Chu Xinyao felt uneasy looking at her red eyes.

He Yi looked at Chu Xinyao anxiously, her brows furrowed and her eyes flashing with unease. "Hey, why did you call Brother Yu here! What if Brother Yu goes to my father and complains that I bullied you?"

Chu Xinyao smiled gently, "Then did you bully me?" Her voice was soft, as if it had a kind of magic, soothing He Yiyi's anxiety.

He Yiyi was stunned. She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"I...I..." She suddenly realized that she had not done anything excessive to Chu Xinyao.

"Oh right, she didn't bully Chu Xinyao. She even gave Chu Xinyao some clothes." He Yiyi suddenly felt righteous. She had brought over her old coarse cloth clothes early in the morning, and also brought over the sweet popsicles that she didn't like.

"Alright, just watch. Even though I'm here as a guest, I can't just do nothing!" Her voice carried a hint of playfulness, clearly showing her confidence in the upcoming sugar-making activity.

Chu Xinyao was holding a sugarcane, which He Yiyi had brought her. She knew that although she couldn't make high-quality brown sugar herself, the process was quite simple, and she was confident she could manage it.

"Xinyao, what brings you here?" A gentle question broke the silence inside the house. He Yu, dressed in a white feather robe, landed lightly on the platform outside the house.

His gaze dipped slightly when he saw He Yiyi, but quickly returned to its usual calm.

He Yi noticed He Yu's frown and couldn't help but shrink back. But then she thought that she hadn't bullied Chu Xinyao. On the contrary, she had given her clothes and sugarcane. So she straightened her back and stood up straight.

"Heyu, it's like this, Yiyi gave me this today." Chu Xinyao smiled and showed him the green stick in her hand, which was the sugarcane.

He Yu's gaze fell on the sugarcane; it turned out to be the sweet sticks that the cubs of his clan loved to eat. "Xin Yao, do you like this? We usually just have this as a snack, but shall we have this today?" He took out a package from behind him, which contained his haul for the day: fresh fruit and roasted meat.

Chu Xinyao shook her head and said softly, "Don't underestimate this. In our tribe, this is called sugarcane. It can be boiled into brown sugar, and this brown sugar has many uses."

A hint of curiosity flashed in He Yu's eyes. He had never heard of sugarcane being used to make brown sugar. "Brown sugar? What is that? What is it used for?" he asked, his voice filled with inquiry.

Chu Xinyao patiently explained, "Brown sugar is a natural sweetener that not only enhances the flavor of food but also contains rich nutrients that are beneficial to our health. In our tribe, brown sugar is used to make tea and for cooking. Moreover, with the cold season approaching, brown sugar also has a warming effect."

He Yiyi was stunned. She had never imagined that this sweet stick could have so many uses.

"Really? Then let's start cooking it quickly!" she said eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Oh, is there anything I can do for you?" He Yu understood that Chu Xinyao had called him over because she needed his help with something.

Chu Xinyao held a rough wooden board on which a simple picture was drawn with charcoal.

The drawing shows two enormous millstones designed to rotate relative to each other, with a gap between them. On one side of each millstone, a crossbar is fixed to its axle, clearly intended for human power to drive its rotation.

This is a juicer she drew, used to press sugarcane and extract sweet juice.

"You need to arrange for someone to make these; they're for extracting sugarcane juice."

"Hey, hey, hey, my brother Yu is the strongest in the Crane Clan, how can I help you with these things?" He Yiyi stomped her foot in dissatisfaction.

He Yu ignored He Yiyi and stood next to Chu Xinyao.

Looking at the drawing on the wooden board with great interest, He Yu admired Chu Xinyao's creativity. Noticing the stains on Chu Xinyao's hands, he couldn't help but laugh and say, "Didn't you have a brush? Why didn't you use it?"

"A calligraphy brush?" Chu Xinyao was somewhat surprised. Who was this fellow enthusiast who invented this?

"Yes, it's in your bedside table. There's ink and a calligraphy brush inside."

Chu Xinyao's eyes lit up. She put down the wooden board in her hand and quickly walked to her room. Opening the bedside table, she indeed saw a simple calligraphy brush and a bamboo tube filled with ink.

The writing brush was extremely simple, made from a thin bamboo tube and a tuft of soft animal hair. She gently shook the bamboo tube, hearing the slight sloshing of the ink inside. She dipped the brush into the ink, feeling the ink slowly seep into the tip, and then lightly drew a stroke on the wooden board.

The ink is different from modern ink; it is reddish and lighter in color, and has a grassy scent, so it must have been made from some kind of plant.

"Hmm, it's not very convenient. I still prefer using this charcoal. My tribe makes charcoal into a fine powder and wraps it in a layer of wood so it won't get your hands dirty. But it's convenient to use it this way now."

Charcoal also exists in this beast world, but because there are so many trees, it is not used very often.

He Yu listened carefully to Chu Xinyao's description of the charcoal pencil and memorized it.

The description on the wooden board was very detailed, and Tsuruha immediately got to work. He first selected two hard, smooth stones.

Place the stone flat on the ground and tap it with another stone to remove the rough parts of the surface, making it smoother.

He then adjusted the angle of the stones to ensure that the contact surfaces of the two stones fit perfectly so that the sugarcane could be pressed evenly when rotating.

A circular groove was then carved out in the center of the stone; this was to place the sugarcane.

He carefully polished the edges of the grooves to make them both sharp and smooth, so that the sugarcane could be cut easily while avoiding excessive friction during the pressing process.

The stone mill was quickly made. Chu Xinyao, who was eating roasted meat nearby, stared in astonishment; the power of the orcs was truly terrifying.

The hard stone in his hands was as obedient as dough; it truly took whatever shape He Yu wanted it to take.