I've been transported to the orc continent.

Apart from Bai Ling, all the other orcs from the High Tree Tribe had somewhere to go.

Chief Li of the Dahe tribe arranged for Bai Ling to stay in a special guest house in the tribe, and even had a pot of meat soup delivered to Bai Ling.

It's getting late today. Even if Bai Ling wants to change the wheat seeds, she'll have to wait until tomorrow.

The orcs from the Great River tribe brought over a lot of meat soup, but the taste was far from delicious.

Orcs generally use similar cooking methods: they put a clay pot on a fire, throw in meat, wild vegetables, fruits, and salt, and cook them together. They take the pot off the stove when the meat is cooked.

The soup that was brought to Bai Ling was made just like this. There was a layer of oil floating on the soup, and the vegetables had been cooked into a mushy mess. The melon pulp still had seeds on it. Bai Ling was a little hungry, but when she saw this soup, she was no longer hungry.

Bai Ling sighed, went outside and broke off two tree branches to use as chopsticks, picked out all the meat from the earthenware pot and put it in her bowl, and began to eat.

The meat was a bit tough and had a fishy smell. The orc who cooked it added too much salt, so it was not only salty but also a little bitter.

Bai Ling guessed that the wild vegetables might have been cooked for too long, which brought out their bitterness.

Bai Ling ate some meat and two pieces of melon, but he couldn't eat anymore. In fact, his appetite was much greater than that, but he just couldn't eat anymore.

Like Bai Ling, other orcs from the High Tree Tribe also couldn't eat.

*

The cub was held in the arms of its great-uncle, who held a piece of meat in his hand. He tore off a strip and held it to the cub's mouth, but the cub smelled the aroma and turned its face away, refusing to eat it at all.

The middle-aged orc laughed and said, "Sheng, do you not like this? Grandpa has other meats here."

Lan and Gua's offspring is named Sheng. It was born just as the sun was rising, hence the name.

Gua's father picked up the cooked bird again, tore off the bird's leg, and handed it to the cub: "Sheng, this is your favorite cuckoo bird's leg. Grandpa made it especially for you."

The cub put the bird's leg to its mouth, took a bite, but instead of enjoying it as the middle-aged orc had expected, it wrinkled its nose and refused to eat any more after a couple of bites.

Seeing that the cub refused to eat anything, the middle-aged orc asked his son, "Gua, what's wrong with Sheng? Doesn't he love eating cuckoo bird meat the most? Why doesn't he want to eat it today?"

The orc holding the cub touched its belly: "There's nothing hard inside, it's not sick."

Gua and his partner Lan exchanged a glance. Gua scratched his head and whispered, "Father, Father, maybe the meat wasn't cooked well, that's why Sheng didn't want to eat it."

Lan quickly added from the side, "Father, Father, Ling from our tribe is the orc who came up with the idea of ​​eating big root grass. He is very good at cooking. The meat he makes is fragrant and sweet. Sheng loves to eat Ling's cooking now."

Gua's father and father exchanged a glance, and his father said, "Gua, go and invite Ling over. I want to learn how to cook from him." As he spoke, he pressed his face against the face of the baby in his arms. "When Sheng comes again, I can cook for him."

*

Bai Ling followed Gua to Gua's father's house. When the baby, who was being held in his grandfather's arms, saw Bai Ling, his eyes lit up immediately.

It still remembers the delicious food Bai Ling made.

It was getting late, so Bai Ling thought for a moment and decided to make a meat patty for the cub—it was simple and convenient.

Cut the lean and fatty meat into small cubes, add diced radish, chopped green onions and salt, and mix well. Pour a little animal fat into an earthenware pot. Once the fat starts to smoke, use a clam shell to scoop some meat filling onto the pot and start frying.

As soon as the meat was placed on the hot oil, a fragrant aroma wafted out, attracting the attention of Gua's father and father. The two of them couldn't help but sniff the aroma several times. The round eyes of the cub held in his arms widened even more. If it weren't being held in his grandfather's arms, it would have definitely run over there.

The meat patties weren't very thick, and they were cooked in no time. Bai Ling put all the meat patties into the ceramic bowl, but didn't immediately place them in front of the cub.

"It's still a bit hot, we'll have to wait a while before we can eat it," Bai Ling said with a smile.

Gua's father held the cub's paw in one hand and laughed, "Ling, the meat you make smells so good. No wonder Sheng loves your cooking."

Gua's father laughed and said, "Ling, I heard from Lan and Gua that you can cook a lot of delicious food. If you have time, could you teach me? I'll trade you seeds of multi-headed grass."

Gua's father knew that Bai Ling had come to find seeds of multi-headed grass. He had half a basket of them at home, and he could use them to exchange with Ling.

Bai Ling: "Uncle, cooking isn't difficult. I'll trade you other things for the seeds of the multi-headed grass."

Gua's father waved his hand and said, "That won't do. How can we let you teach us for nothing?"

Gua said from the side, "Ling, it's settled then. My father and father don't like eating multi-headed grass, so it's perfect for you."

*

Not only the cubs couldn't get used to the food here, but even the adult beastmen, who were used to Bai Ling's cooking, couldn't stomach the casually cooked beast meat.

Moon is one of them.

After finishing his meal, he went to the tribe's communal house to look for Bai Ling, but he found no one there. Bai Ling wasn't there at all, and Yue hadn't gone back either; she was just waiting there for Bai Ling to return.

Yue's long, silvery-white hair was so eye-catching that Bai Ling saw him before she even got home.

Bai Ling's eyes lit up, and he quickened his pace: "Yue, did you come to see me?"

Yue nodded: "Ling, I've come to see you about something."

Gua followed behind Bai Ling, his eyes widening suddenly. His gaze swept over Bai Ling and Yue, trying to discern something, but neither Bai Ling nor Yue showed any shyness.

Gua stopped thinking about it and figured Yue probably really had something to discuss with Ling. He said, "Yue, Ling, you two talk. I'll be going now."

After Gua left, Yue explained her purpose before Bai Ling could ask: "Ling, I want to ask you for a favor."

Bai Ling: "What is it, Yue? Just tell me. We're friends. I'll definitely help if I can."

He couldn't be happier if Yue came to him for help. If Yue asked him for help, she would definitely thank him, and this back-and-forth would bring the two of them closer.

Yue said, "Ling, I would like to ask you to teach the orcs of the Great River Tribe how to cook. I'm going to stay here for a few days, and I don't want to eat Grandpa's cooking every day."

Grandpa and his great-uncle both doted on him. Knowing he was coming, they started preparing several days in advance. However, Grandpa and his great-uncle's cooking skills were really not good, and all that meat was wasted.

He wanted to ask Bai Ling to teach the orcs of the Great River Tribe how to cook, so that when he came here again, he could eat delicious stewed meat instead of those meat soups boiled together.

As for why he taught the tribe's orcs to cook instead of just his grandfather and the others, it's because most of the orcs in the tribe act together. Even if Bai Ling only taught his grandfather and great-grandfather at first, eventually most of the orcs in the tribe would come to learn.

It would have been better to teach the entire orc tribe from the beginning.