I've been transported to the orc continent.

In just one morning, the harvested cassava piled up into a small mountain.

All the orcs still in the tribe were cheering, especially the orcs from the Round Lake tribe, who seemed even happier than the orcs from the High Tree tribe.

Food is always the most precious thing; having food ensures a safe passage through the winter.

The steamed cassava and pumpkin are mashed in a stone mortar, and finely chopped leafy greens are added. The water is squeezed out, and then the mixture is shaped into palm-sized cubes. After half an hour, it is placed in a steamer to steam.

To save firewood, Bai Ling placed the steamer on top of the earthenware pot used for stewing meat, covered the steamer with a lid woven from twigs, and used a handful of dry grass to seal any visible gaps.

Cai and several old orcs sat in a circle, staring in amazement at the steamer. They all wondered: could this really cook the food?

Doesn't food have to be boiled in water to be cooked? Will food that isn't boiled taste good?

Soon they had no more doubts, as a light, delicate fragrance wafted out along with water vapor.

The aroma is that of cassava, and it also smells like pumpkin; it's a light fragrance with a hint of sweetness, and it smells wonderful.

Bai Ling was also a little excited; this was the first time he had ever eaten steamed food.

*

The tapioca flour cakes taste pretty good, but the only downside is that they are a bit too moist, making them sticky and crumbly when held in your hands.

As Bai Ling ate, she thought that if cassava were combined with glutinous rice flour, brown sugar, and sprinkled with raisins, it would taste absolutely delicious.

However, there was no glutinous rice flour, brown sugar, or raisins available, so everything had to be made do.

Aside from Bai Ling finding the cassava flour cakes somewhat lacking, all the other beastmen thought they were incredibly delicious, especially the children and cubs, who ate them with great relish.

After eating a small piece of cassava and pumpkin cake, she said, "Let's steam all these cassava. I think they'd be perfect with meat broth."

The others chimed in, and one of the orcs said, "I think the kudzu root is very filling. With this kudzu root, we can eat much less meat. Maybe we can have a winter where we can eat our fill every day."

Orcs have a large appetite and often go hungry throughout the winter. If they don't have enough food stored, they might even starve to death.

With the addition of large root grass this year, they will be able to have enough to eat this winter.

The other orcs echoed this sentiment, praising Bai Ling. This made Bai Ling feel embarrassed, so to avoid the enthusiasm of his people, he simply made an excuse and ran up the low mountain.

*

A group of white lions and white wolves appeared in the distance.

Some of them were carrying dark, murky things on their backs, and they were heading straight for the tribe.

Bai Ling's mind stirred, and he ran down the low hill. Among the pack of white wolves and white lions, he saw a familiar white lion; it was his father and the others returning from their hunt.

The white lion and white wolf ran to the village square, threw their prey to the ground, and then headed towards the river. They were covered in the blood of their prey and needed to wash themselves off in the river.

The orcs who remained in the tribe arrived and gathered around the prey brought back by the hunting party, laughing and cheering, but no one went forward to touch the prey.

The beastmen will only begin processing the prey once the chieftain returns and the spoils are distributed.

Bai Ling's father, Cang, also returned. He looked somewhat tired, but his expression was joyful: "Ling, I heard from the people in the tribe that you've figured out a way to eat 'big root grass,' is that true?"

Even when the hunting party was out hunting, they weren't completely cut off from the tribe. Even though Cang wasn't in the tribe, he knew that his son had figured out how to eat the large root grass.

This made him feel gratified and proud. If he didn't have other tasks to complete, he would have rushed back to ask his son in person.

The pride in her father's eyes was almost overflowing. Bai Ling nodded: "Yes, I learned how to eat the big root grass from that world. When I went out with my father, I saw it and quickly told the clan leader."

Cang Dali patted his son on the shoulder: "Your father is very proud of you."

Bai Ling: "I am also very proud of my father. Father, you and Dad are the best fathers in the world."

Bai Ling's words brought tears to Cang's eyes. He turned his head away so his son wouldn't see his red eyes and said, "Ling, go and see the game you brought back. Tell me if you want anything."

As the father and son were talking, a wolf howl rang out from outside the tribe. Cang listened intently and said, "Ling, your uncle is here."

Bai Ling only has one uncle, Feng's older brother Lin. He and his partner live in the Hongyan tribe. Every time he comes to the Gaoshu tribe to visit his younger brother's family, he brings a lot of things with him.

*

Lin's beast form was larger than Feng's. It ran to Bai Ling on all fours, its lake-blue eyes fixed on him. Bai Ling waved to him and called out, "Uncle."

Lin's eyes widened. Although he already knew that his nephew had regained his senses, he was still overjoyed when he saw his nephew's clear eyes and heard him call him "uncle".

Lin stuck out his tongue and licked Bai Ling's face; this was how orcs expressed their affection for their cubs.

Bai Ling's face was covered in saliva, and he said with slight dissatisfaction, "Uncle, I'm not a child anymore."

In response to him was Lin's howling, and Bai Ling could clearly hear the joy in its voice.

*

The hunting party has returned, and the game they caught these days needs to be distributed.

One-third goes to the tribe, and the remaining two-thirds are distributed according to the effort exerted during the hunt. This is a tradition in the tribe. If an orc is injured during the hunt, the chieftain will distribute the prey to the orc according to the severity of the injury.

The meat, hides, and internal organs of the wild beast, except for the small intestine, were all thoroughly divided up.

Bai Ling stepped forward and picked up the wild animal's small intestine. Cang saw this and asked, "Ling, why are you picking this up? You can't eat it. Our family will get a lot of meat this time, enough to last us for a while."

Lin also chimed in, "Ling, if your family doesn't have enough meat, I'll send you some over in a few days." He gently patted his nephew's back and smiled. "Ling, the way we eat daikon radish is very important to the tribe. The chief said to just ask for whatever you want, and the tribe will definitely fulfill your request. Not only our tribe, but the surrounding tribes will surely send you plenty of things too. Your family won't lack meat this winter."

Bai Ling held a large handful of small intestines and smiled, "Father, Uncle, this can be made into a very delicious dish. It's easy to preserve; once it's made, you can freeze it and eat it until next spring."

Cang did not doubt his son's words. Since his son regained his senses, everything he did made sense. Since his son said that this kind of thing could make delicious and easy-to-preserve food, then it must be possible to make it.

Cang and Lin also helped Bai Ling collect the small intestines from the ground.