I've been transported to the orc continent.

As Bai Ling was pondering, a voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Ling, can you make wine?"

It was Yue who asked him.

Without hesitation, Bai Ling replied, "Yes, um, no. I know how to brew wine, but the most important thing is to find the yeast, which I don't have a clue about yet."

The hardest part of making yeast is finding the original strain. This requires experimentation over time. Bai Ling is reluctant to part with the seeds he has. He will have to wait until next year when he gets more seeds from planting crops before exploring the process little by little.

Yue whispered again, "Then when you're making the yeast, I'll come and help, okay?"

Bai Ling smiled and nodded: "Of course, Yue, even if you hadn't asked, I would have asked you for help."

*

There was only a tiny bit of wine. The orcs would lick it a few times and it was gone. They couldn't even taste what it was like before the last drop at the bottom of the bowl was gone.

After drinking, the orcs started eating hot pot. Ingredients were put into the pot one after another, and as soon as they were cooked, they were scooped out by the orcs waiting in front of the pot. They lined up, and the person in front would take most of the bowl and leave immediately, while the person behind would fill the empty space, put in new ingredients, and scoop them out when they were cooked.

As for the fire at the bottom of the pot, there's no need to keep an eye on it. If the fire is a little small, the person waiting in front of the pot can simply add a few pieces of firewood.

With so many fish, the meat of two Jiji beasts and a whole Curved Horned Beast, plus the cured meat, smoked meat or dried vegetables that each young beastman brought, even if a lot was given to the tribesmen, there would still be a considerable amount left over. However, the young beastmen managed to eat almost all of it, leaving only a bowl of meatballs and fish balls.

The beastmen sat on hay or rocks, rubbing their bellies or burping, all looking unwilling to move.

It was completely dark. Two torches were lit in the cave, but they still couldn't illuminate much of the area. Bai Ling looked at the large pile of earthenware bowls in front of the fire pit and said, "It's too dark to see anything. Let's come back to wash the dishes tomorrow. The tribespeople who fish and hunt don't need to come. The people in charge of cooking can come and wash the dishes."

The beastmen in charge of cooking reluctantly agreed, not because they were unwilling, but because they had eaten so much that they didn't even have the energy to agree.

One of the clansmen said, "Ling, take the rest of the meatballs with you."

Immediately, someone chimed in, "Yes, Ling, you brought the wine over; it's far too precious."

One of the tribesmen whispered, "I really want to drink more wine, but unfortunately the Greenwood Tribe only trades with other tribes, not with the orcs."

When it came to wine, the tribesmen finally had some energy and started talking about the taste of the wine. From the taste of the wine, they moved on to the taste of hot pot, and even more orcs joined the conversation.

A loud orc voice called out to Bai Ling, "Ling, you'll cook for us during the New Year. Your cooking is so delicious!"

The orc used "it's so delicious" three times in a row to describe Bai Ling's cooking, which shows how highly he regards Bai Ling as a chef.

Upon hearing this, all the young beastmen in the cave chimed in: "Yes, Ling, you make the arrangements for the New Year. We'll all listen to you."

"Yes, Ling, you make the arrangements."

"We also make hot pot."

"Ling, can you cook other foods? Are they just as delicious?"

"Ling, you are really amazing."

……

Next came the praise for Bai Ling. Compared to languages ​​on Earth, the language of the orcs was extremely limited, but even so, these young orcs praised Bai Ling to the skies.

Yue didn't praise Bai Ling. He just sat in the darkness of the cave, staring intently in Bai Ling's direction, his affection undisguised.

Only at times like this, when no one can see her, does Yue dare to stare at Bai Ling so boldly and unrestrainedly.

Bai Ling seemed to sense something and looked in Yue's direction. Yue immediately lowered her head, like a child caught doing something wrong by the teacher, and didn't dare to look Bai Ling in the eye.

Bai Ling glanced in the direction of the moon, but it was pitch black there. She could only see a rough outline and couldn't make out the moon's features or expression at all.

But Bai Ling had a feeling that Yue was looking at him just now, and with a very focused gaze.

A smile bloomed on Bai Ling's lips: "Yes, I'll arrange the New Year's Eve dinner. We'll make several delicious dishes."

A cheer erupted from inside the cave, and this time Bai Ling heard Yue's voice.

*

Bai Ling was awakened by the cub stepping on her.

A cub stood on him, its four little paws tapping back and forth on his face like drums. Bai Ling closed his eyes, grabbed the cub and held it in his arms. Before he was fully awake, he buried his face in the cub's belly and sucked on it.

Yes, this is a fox cub.

Each cub has a different scent, and Bai Ling can tell them apart even with his eyes closed. This is probably an innate skill of every beastman.

Bai Ling opened his eyes and stared at the fox he was holding in his arms. It was a chubby red fox with two small eyes that darted back and forth mischievously, much more lively than the white wolf and white lion cubs.

The fox cub stuck out its tongue and licked Bai Ling's face. Bai Ling quickly grabbed it and moved it away, saying, "I haven't washed my face yet."

The cubs slid off Bai Ling's hand, opened their mouths and squeaked twice. Soon, a large group of cubs came running over the mountains and valleys towards Bai Ling.

Bai Ling was surrounded by fluffy things.

Big and small, fat and thin, white, black, red, striped, with black eyes, blue eyes, red eyes, and gray eyes, they formed a circle and surrounded Bai Ling.

They all stared at Bai Ling with their round, clear eyes blinking, as if they had something to say to her.

Before Bai Ling could figure out what was going on, the cubs started howling, whimpering, squeaking, and whimpering.

Bai Ling could understand the beast language of his tribe, but it was only simple language. When the cubs around him cried out, he couldn't understand them.

Seeing that Bai Ling didn't speak, some of the cubs became anxious, their cries became sharp, and their eyes even puffed up with anger.

Orcs love their cubs dearly, treating them as if they were their own lifeblood. They love not only their own cubs but also the cubs of other people.

Besides the difficulty of reproduction among orcs and the preciousness of their offspring, Bai Ling thought there must also be another reason why the offspring are so adorable.

Most of the cubs in the High Tree Tribe are furry, whether they are white wolves, white lions, foxes, lynxes, rabbits, or tigers. These furry animals grow up to be majestic and cunning, but when they are young, they are simply adorable.