“Osmanthus!” Bazaar corrected him.

"Egg turtle?" Here we have to mention the accent. Orcs like to draw out the sounds when they speak, which makes it sound like an egg turtle.

Because he spoke a little too quickly, Fang Rong thought it was an egg turtle.

They practiced several more times, but the bazaar was too busy to call on him, especially something as simple as language.

It was naturally easy for him, since he was born and raised there. But it was difficult for Fang Rong, who had his own language and was used to speaking in his own tone for over twenty years. Naturally, he was not used to the orc language.

For him, the orc language was more difficult than English, because at least he had learned the alphabet, but he didn't understand this language at all and had absolutely no foundation in it.

So he started targeting the children again. Kids are mostly free and want adults to play with them.

Fang Rong planned to make some ice cream to bribe them. Ice cream is easy to make. He prepared milk and eggs. Since he didn't have eggs, he used bird eggs instead. Since he didn't have sugar, he used fruit puree instead.

First, mix the egg yolks and fruit puree together until it's almost foamy. Then, heat the milk until it's just about to boil. Next, add the milk to the beaten egg yolks, put it in a pot and cook it. After it's cooked, let it cool completely, and then freeze it using Fang Hua's ice-type ability.

That's how you make basic ice cream. It's simple, delicious, and a refreshing dessert.

Fang Rong scooped it up and gave it to Fang Hua to try. Fang Hua hadn't eaten anything he made in a long time, especially a sweet dessert, and was extremely excited.

"Is it delicious?" Fang Rong asked.

"Mmm." There was still quite a bit left in the pot, so Fang Hua scooped out a little more until the bowl was full.

Although the orc world is technologically backward, their craftsmanship is quite good. They make a lot of bottles, jars, pots, and pans, all by hand. Moreover, they are very enthusiastic and will teach anyone who wants to learn.

Some females also make their own clothes by hand, stitch by stitch, fabric processing, everything is done by hand.

Just like the clothes worn by the bazaar, which look like just a piece of cloth, they are actually very elaborate. The clothes emit a faint light at night because they are made of luminous cotton, which is twisted into fine threads one by one and then woven into other pieces, which takes a lot of time.

His clothes weren't something ordinary apprentices could wear; only those who reached the wizarding stage were qualified. They emitted a faint silver glow at night, making them very noticeable when walking at night and preventing accidental injury, much like modern police officers whose night uniforms are fluorescent and highly recognizable.

The orc world has developed for so many years that many of its needs are well met. For example, while modern people don't have such sophisticated toothpaste and toothbrushes, the orc world has a kind of fragrant root that, when chewed, is almost as effective as brushing teeth. Fang Rong has used it and found it quite good, leaving a pleasant fragrance in the mouth after use.

Fang Rong poured the ice cream into a large ceramic basin. The bowls in the orc world were all extra large, about the size of a modern washbasin. The bowls and chopsticks they used were all oversized.

They didn't use chopsticks before, but after modern people came, although they kept attacking them, they also learned a lot from them.

Things like painting, writing, eating habits, and wearing shoes—they didn't wear shoes before, but started wearing them after seeing humans wearing shoes.

Chopsticks are also a product of humankind, and many everyday items have gradually been replaced by more convenient modern products.

"Oh, right." Fang Rong then noticed that Fang Hua was unusually free today, having just returned from hunting. She wondered why. "Why are you back so early?"

"We were lucky enough to catch a huge prey." Fang Hua waved his hand, making a flying gesture. "It's a dragon."

"Dragons?" Aren't those orcs? Why are they killing each other? Even their own kind?

However, it seems that any slightly intelligent animal in this world can transform into a beastman, such as foxes, deer, and cows. They are divided into males and females, and those that cannot transform are females.

In their eyes, Fang Rong was a definite female, and the kind with long legs and arms, and a particularly standard-looking female; in other words, a male god.

This is probably why, while the females don't particularly like him, they are also willing to get close to him; after all, he's good-looking, and everyone likes him.

The children also love him very much; he cooks delicious food and is very gentle.

Fang Rong covered the rim of the bowl containing the ice cream with a cloth, as the sun was still very strong outside and the ice cream would melt easily.

This forest is exceptionally large. Although they are migrating, they stop to rest at each place they pass through. Under the protection of the orcs, the females gather wild vegetables and herbs, as well as process the meat that is distributed to them.

The cubs are also protected by special orcs in a certain area, not far from here. Fang Rong quickly arrived, with Fang Hua following behind him.

As soon as he arrived, the cubs swarmed around him, completely surrounding him. Baza was the leopard clan's shaman, and this area naturally belonged to the leopard clan as well. One can imagine how adorable it would be to see a group of furry little leopard cubs running towards him with their short legs.

Fang Rong's heart softened terribly, and he seemed to see countless little Fang Huas running happily towards him.

He crouched down, ready to catch the cubs. The cubs rushed over, but stopped abruptly when they were next to him, hesitating slightly. They circled around him but didn't come forward.

Fang Rong turned around in confusion and saw Fang Hua grinning, revealing sharp fangs.

"Stay away from me." Fang Rong slapped him across the face.

Fang Hua looked completely innocent. "They said you're ugly and they don't want to talk to you."

"Liar." Fang Rong didn't believe it. Every day she brought food for the little ones, their favorite desserts and ice cream, and sometimes cake. Because there was no dough, the cake was a bit watery, but it was much better than what the cubs ate. They found it very interesting, so why would they think it was ugly?

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