Beef bones, pork bones, bear bones, carrots, corn, wild ferns, baby bok choy, and finally a handful of white stones, all stirred together with a large spatula.

This was the first time Lang Zhuang had eaten at Su Tang's house.

He saw Lin Xia grab a handful of white stones and throw them into the pot, and his eyes widened in astonishment.

He didn't see wrong, did he?

That's one!

The orcs of the Gray Wolf tribe only eat white stones when they are weak. They will rub the white stones against their flesh or lick them with their tongues.

I'll only taste a little bit; I'll never eat more.

"Dinner's ready!" Lin Xia called out, and the family of beastmen immediately washed their hands, grabbed their bowls, and sat around the pot.

The kitten licks its paws and is very clean, but Wubao thinks its paws are too smelly today. It can't bring itself to bite them and feels like vomiting as soon as it smells them.

So Su Tang had to wipe its paws.

Su Tang also disliked its smell and originally wanted to give it a bath, but it was getting dark and its fur would be wet if it was bathed, which could easily cause fungus. So she wiped it down to avoid making it smell too strong.

Having worked with Su Jianyuan for a long time, Lang Zhuang knew they were particular and clean, so he washed his hands as well.

Lin Xia went around getting food for everyone.

Seeing that Lang Zhuang was staring at the pot, I thought to myself that the child must be starving. He must not have been able to afford to eat normally. Look how thin he is, his eyes are almost bulging out. He is really pitiful.

She filled Lang Zhuang's bowl to the brim and said warmly:

"More is welcome! Eat as much as you want at Auntie's place!"

Lang Zhuang held the steaming bowl, feeling deeply moved.

No orc had ever treated him this well since he lost his arm.