I've been transported to the orc continent.

The moon still didn't look up, and this time there wasn't even a "hmm".

Bai Ling was now absolutely certain that Yue was not only unhappy, but even a little angry.

But everything was fine just a moment ago. He only walked away for a short while, so why did Yue get angry?

He had been keeping an eye on Yue. During his absence, only two orcs from the Snow Mountain Tribe came over to chat with Yue. Could it be that those two orcs said something that made Yue angry?

However, Yue usually doesn't take such situations to heart and never gets angry over them.

Did those two orcs have a past disagreement with Yue?

Bai Ling scratched his head, carefully recalling what happened when the two orcs came over to chat with Yue. Neither of the two orcs stayed in front of Yue for long; they both said a few words and left. Whether they were there or not, Yue's expression didn't change. Why did she suddenly get angry now?

Bai Ling couldn't figure it out. He cautiously stole a glance at Yue and saw that Yue was still quietly drinking the meat soup with her head down, which made him even more unsure.

Bai Ling dared not say anything more, and picked up the ceramic bowl, quietly drinking the meat soup.

As soon as Bai Ling drank the meat soup, Yue put down the ceramic bowl. He was usually expressionless, but now he sat quietly, watching the people in the arena sing and dance.

Bai Ling had actually been observing Yue the whole time. When he saw Yue put down her ceramic bowl, he quickly put down his own and leaned over to ask solicitously, "Yue, would you like some roast meat?"

Yue shook her head and said softly, "Their barbecue is not good."

This isn't a lie; the Snow Mountain Tribe's barbecue skills are really not good. Besides cooking the meat, they have no other redeeming qualities. The High Tree Tribe now uses Ling's cooking methods, and Yue, having become quite picky about food, simply can't stomach the Snow Mountain Tribe's barbecue.

Bai Ling smiled and said, "When we get back, I'll make you some barbecue."

Yue lowered her eyes: "I won't eat."

"Don't worry, Yue, the barbecue I make is delicious," Bai Ling practically patted his chest to assure her, "You'll definitely love it."

Although I haven't gathered all the ingredients yet, with scallions, ginger, and salt, I can manage to make a decent meal of grilled meat skewers.

Yue looked up at Bai Ling, her icy blue eyes as gentle and calm as a lake: "Roast meat should be made with freshly slaughtered animal meat; that's when it tastes the best."

Bai Ling laughed and said, "That's easy. I have four sheep beasts, so I'll just kill one when we get back. Sheep beast meat is the best for roasting."

Roasted lamb leg, roasted lamb chops, lamb heart, lamb lungs, lamb kidneys, oh, and lamb skewers—you can roast them all.

"Yue, do you prefer lamb leg or lamb chops? I'll make some lamb skewers too. Sigh, I just don't have cumin. Cumin and lamb go perfectly together."

Bai Ling seemed to have thought of something, and sighed softly in her heart. If only she had cumin, pepper, and garlic, she could make whatever she wanted to eat.

Oh, right, you can go to the rock turtle tribe to catch some seashells, take out the clam meat inside, dry it, grind it into powder, and use it as a seasoning. You can add some to stir-fries or stews.

Yue had been listening to Bai Ling talk the whole time. When she heard Bai Ling say that he wanted to kill a sheep beast, Yue disagreed: "Ling, there's enough food in winter. Let's not kill the sheep beast. Didn't you say you wanted to raise them and tame them? How can we raise them if we kill them?"

Bai Ling laughed and said, "Yue, didn't you want to eat barbecue? I have four sheep beasts, killing one won't be a problem."

Yue's face remained expressionless, but Bai Ling noticed that Yue's mood had improved and she was no longer angry.

Did he say something? Bai Ling thought back, but she hadn't said anything. Could it be that she stopped killing sheep, which made Yue happy?

Yue's mood did indeed improve, although he didn't know why his mood had changed.

"Ling, does this mean we'll never have a chance to eat together again? Otherwise, why do we have to kill a sheep beast now?" Yue's eyes were filled with laughter. "How about this, next year I'll catch a sheep beast, and you can roast it."

The moon is actually very beautiful when she smiles.

His icy blue eyes were slightly narrowed, and the corners of his mouth were gently pursed. His whole demeanor was relaxed like an open flower, giving people a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze.

Yue smiled, and Bai Ling's mood also improved. He smiled and said, "Okay, it's settled then."

*

The shaman of the Snow Mountain tribe personally met with Bai Ling.

The shaman was an elderly orc. He was quite old, with deep wrinkles on his face, but his eyes, unlike those of an elderly person, were very bright and alert. He wore a crown woven from colorful feathers and a white robe made of snow beast fur. Snow beasts were unique to the snow mountain tribes, and their thick, soft fur made very comfortable for robes.

In the orc world, some tribes have shamans, while others do not. For example, the Hightree tribe does not have shamans, while the Longhorn tribe and the Snow Mountain tribe do.

The shaman doesn't have fixed duties. During sacrifices or celebrations, the shaman acts as a bridge between the beast god and the orcs; when major events occur in the tribe, the shaman provides choices according to the beast god's instructions; when orcs in the tribe fall ill, the shaman heals them; and sometimes, when disputes arise between tribes, if both tribes have shamans, then there's no need for individual orcs to fight to determine a winner—the shamans from both tribes can negotiate...

In tribes with shamans, the shamans hold a very high status, even more respected than the tribal chief. Bai Ling never expected that the shaman of the Snow Mountain tribe would meet with her alone.

The shaman pointed to the stone opposite him and said, "Ling, please sit down."

Bai Ling sat down on the rock. A bonfire was burning in the fire pit in front of the shaman. The orange flames flickered, adding a touch of warmth to the cold cave.

Seeing Bai Ling glance at the fire pit several times, Wu said, "Ling, you can light a fire in the cave, but only during the day. When you light a fire, you must leave a large gap at the entrance of the cave. I'm old, and if I don't light a fire, it will be hard for me to get through the winter."

Wu's voice was kind, and her gaze towards Bai Ling was also kind, like an old man looking at his beloved junior.

“Witch, you can come to our tribe for the winter.” Bai Ling extended an invitation: “Our tribe has kang beds, which are a way of keeping warm by burning fires outside and cooling them in caves. They are very friendly to young children and the elderly.”

Wu looked at Bai Ling and said with certainty, "Ling, you made this kang (heated brick bed), didn't you?"

"You're the one who came up with the way to eat the radish, the kang (heated brick bed), and the knife that the child is holding—you're the one who caused all of this, aren't you?"