I've been transported to the orc continent.

Spread a layer of mung bean paste on the oddly shaped pancake, then roll the pancake from one end to the other.

This took Bai Ling a lot of effort. After finally rolling it up, he had a fine layer of sweat on his forehead. It wasn't hard work, but he had to be very careful because if he wasn't careful, he would ruin the outer layer of the pancake, and Bai Ling would have to carefully put it back on.

Several people sat around the fire pit, all staring wide-eyed at the earthenware pot.

No one spoke during this time. Everyone grabbed a handful of roasted soybeans, staring at the fire pit while chewing on the beans.

The warm, red firelight shone on their faces, illuminating the anticipation in everyone's eyes.

After working so hard all day, isn't it all just for this one bite?

Even the most aloof Yue stared at the steamer on the earthenware pot. When the first wisp of steam appeared on the steamer, Yue's eyes curved slightly.

He was even more excited than he thought, eager to see what the donkey roll that Ling had described would taste like.

It must be fragrant and sweet, and one bite would relax your whole body and fill your heart with a pleasant feeling.

Yue glanced at Ling out of the corner of her eye. In the firelight, Ling's eyes looked so gentle. He was sitting there leisurely, slowly eating fried soybeans, his expression relaxed and natural, just like when his father came back from hunting and was waiting for his father to cook.

No, Ling doesn't hunt, but he can cook very well. Yue thought about it carefully and realized that whenever her father and she were around, her father's expression was always so relaxed when he cooked.

If his father isn't there and he's the only one keeping him company, his father won't be as relaxed. He'll be cooking while looking out of the village, and he might even be a little nervous about why his father hasn't come back yet.

So, is Ling so relaxed because his family is here, and he doesn't need to worry about them?

Yue stole another glance at Bai Ling, a scene flashing through her mind: the sun setting, Ling sitting in a spacious, bright house cooking, while he sat beside her processing the day's hunted game. Neither spoke, quietly going about their tasks. Just then, a white cub rushed in from outside, nestling in his arms and rubbing against him. Ling turned around, grinning, and said, "Dinner'll be ready in a little while, Father's cooking..."

What am I thinking?! Yue's heart was pounding and his face was burning. He didn't dare to look at Bai Ling anymore. He lowered his head and stuffed all the fried soybeans in his hand into his mouth to hide his nervousness.

Fortunately, no one knew what he was thinking, but even so, it was still too embarrassing for him to be thinking those things.

Just as Yue lowered her head, Bai Ling seemed to sense something and looked up in Yue's direction.

Unlike Yue, who only dared to steal glances at Bai Ling out of the corner of her eye, Bai Ling looked at Yue openly and honestly.

He saw Yue lower her head and stuff all the soybeans in her hand into her mouth. Yue didn't seem to like fried soybeans very much. She could only eat one soybean in the time it took Chen to eat a handful. Why did she stuff a handful of soybeans into her mouth this time?

Bai Ling couldn't help but ask, "Yue, why did you eat so many fried soybeans?"

Yue's voice was a little muffled: "Delicious."

"Then don't eat too much," Bai Ling said, pointing to the steamer. "The donkey roll will be ready soon."

Yue's voice was even more muffled: "I understand, I won't eat it."

*

The steamed donkey rolls are sprinkled with a layer of soybean powder to make them taste even better. Soybean powder already has a fragrance, and the heat makes the fragrance even stronger.

Once the donkey rolls had cooled down a bit, everyone couldn't wait to start eating.

The first thing you notice when you take a bite is the aroma and sweetness – the fragrance of soybean powder and the sweetness of mung bean paste – followed by the softness and glutinous texture.

Bai Ling made a simplified version of donkey roll, using soybean flour and tapioca flour instead of glutinous rice flour. Surprisingly, the flavors of these two ingredients blended together perfectly, with the aroma of soybeans and a delicate fragrance merging together to create a sweet balance. The stir-fried mung bean paste wasn't as fine as ground mung bean paste, but the texture was still unexpectedly good, with a slightly grainy and sweet taste.

Even Bai Ling, who had eaten countless snacks in his previous life, was conquered, not to mention the orcs of this world. By the time everyone realized what was happening, only half a steamer of donkey rolls remained.

You should know that this steamer is so big that two people can't even hug it together. The group felt like they hadn't eaten much yet, and suddenly so much was gone.

Chen looked at the remaining half-steamed donkey rolls, and then at the still plenty of soybean flour, and asked, "Brother, are you still making donkey rolls?"

There's still quite a bit of mung bean paste left. It doesn't keep well, so I'll just make it into donkey rolls.

"Make it. Make all the mung bean paste," Bai Ling said.

Chen cheered and pushed his father to make donkey rolls. He had already seen it before. Donkey rolls are very simple. Just make round cakes out of soybean flour and wrap them with mung bean paste.

Xiao and Yue hurriedly tried to help, but Feng refused, saying, "You've been in the cave all day. Go outside and play for a while. Cang and I will do it."

Cang also said, "Chen, you and your brother go outside for a walk. You must be feeling really stuffy in the cave. When you come back, the donkey rolls will be ready."

Chen said, "There's nothing fun outside, it's all snow."

Bai Ling looked at Yue beside him and suddenly had an idea. He suggested, "Let's build a snowman."

"Build a snowman?" the little girl asked疑惑地, "What's that?"

Bai Ling: "It's about making people out of snow, it's so much fun."

*

Young orcs sometimes play in the snow, but they mostly have snowball fights. When their companions aren't looking, they scoop up handfuls of snow from the ground and throw them at each other, then chase and play in the snow. The children don't come out much, so even though the winter here is covered in snow, covering the entire tribe, no one builds snowmen.

Bai Ling's suggestion was approved by everyone, and they came down from the low mountain and ran to the village square.

The terrain here is flat and the snow is thick, making it a great place to build a snowman.

Bai Ling made a large snowball with his hand and started rolling it in the snow: "Let's roll a big snowball first." The snow here was so thick that Bai Ling rolled a large snowball without much effort.

In the moonlight, Xiao and Chen also started rolling snowballs, just like Bai Ling.

The moon's snowball was of average size, about the same size as Bai Ling's snowball, while the morning's snowball was the largest, and the small snowball was the roundest.

"The big snowball is the snowman's body, and then we roll a smaller snowball for the head," Bai Ling said, demonstrating as she spoke.

The three of them followed Bai Ling's lead and quickly rolled the little snowball.

When a small snowball is placed on top of a large snowball, the basic shape of a snowman is formed.

“Let’s put eyes and a mouth on it,” Bai Ling said, then realized she hadn’t taken anything out. “Wait here for me a bit while I go get some charcoal to make mouths for them.”