"Are you really going to run away?" the male orc asked.

He strode in from outside, and his partners helped Nana back away: "I have a way to make it so you don't have to run away. Do you want to hear it?"

One of Nana's partners opened his mouth and said, "Okay."

The male then said, "However, I have one condition."

He smiled and said, "You're doing my work, so you have to follow my orders. You can't be so reckless, you know?"

"But...but..."

“There are no ‘buts’,” the male interrupted him. “You only have this one path left now.”

He spoke softly, but there was something inexplicably chilling about him.

"Okay, alright, we'll do as you say."

"Now, go and bring back your companion's body, and clean up the scene while you're at it." His smile remained gentle: "I will grant your wish."

...

Since Fei Han was injured, he certainly couldn't cook today's meal.

Yu Wanwan rolled up her sleeves and raised her hand: "Then let me cook today."

The two partners turned to look at each other at the same time and said in unison, "No way."

Yu Wanwan pouted: "How come you two always seem to have the same understanding in some inexplicable way?"

Fei Han looked at Mo Zhou: "Snake Beast, go cook. Wanwan and I have been partners for so long, and I've never seen you go into the kitchen."

Mo Zhou snorted: "I don't cook because I'm the first partner, I'm powerful, and my main task is to protect Wanwan."

Fei Han scoffed, "Since you're the first partner, go and protect Wanwan's belly now."

Mo Zhou's expression changed, neither refusing nor accepting.

Yu Wanwan asked curiously, "Mo Zhou, can you cook?"

She had only ever seen Mo Zhou try to start a fire, and even then, he couldn't get it going.

Even if he doesn't know the answer, he has to say he does, because he absolutely cannot lose face in front of his partner.

Mo Zhou patted his chest and said confidently, "Of course I can cook. Don't worry, Wanwan, just wait and see what delicious food you'll have tonight."

After saying that, Mo Zhou put away his snake tail and strode towards the kitchen.

They looked very proud and imposing.

But Yu Wanwan was very worried: "Is Mo Zhou alright?"

At this moment, the sedative effect of the herbs applied to Fei Han's wound began to take effect. He yawned and said lazily, "In the Beastman Continent, there is no male who cannot cook. Otherwise, he will not be able to take care of females and will find it difficult to win their favor."

"Alright then." Yu Wanwan helped Fei Han up. "Go and rest first. I'll call you when it's time to eat."

After escorting Fei Han upstairs and carefully covering him with a blanket, Yu Wanwan went to the kitchen to check on Mo Zhou.

As expected, Mo Zhou was still struggling to start a fire. Puffs of white smoke rose from the pile of firewood in front of him, which choked him and made him cough repeatedly.

"Mo Zhou, are you alright?" Yu Wanwan walked in.

Mo Zhou wiped away the tears welling up in his eyes, leaving a black mark on his face, before saying, "Cough cough, Wanwan, you should go out first. It's too dangerous in the kitchen, cough cough cough."