Chapter 346

Today, Yu Sui made steamed buns, flower rolls and dumplings in Old Jack's tent, fully demonstrating the charm of pasta.

I always hear Old Jack talking about how great his steamed snacks are. Yesterday, I even tasted the steamed bread made by Old Jack. As we all know, the aroma of bread lies in the fragrant crust soaked in butter and baked. It is steamed. Yu Sui took a bite and it was hard to describe.

He couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he used wheat flour to make these staple foods today to prevent Old Jack from causing trouble again.

After all, he is a high-level chef. He learns everything very quickly, and his food tastes even better than Yu Sui's. Almost as soon as he gets started, he knows how to make the steamed buns fluffier. He also uses homemade fillings to make buns of different shapes, which are sweeter than the custard buns Yu Sui ate in his previous life.

He has also learned a lot of dessert recipes these days. Old Jack was afraid that he would not be able to remember them, so he found a blank parchment and wrote down the recipes for him in detail.

It was calculated that the Xilen caravan had stayed here for more than ten days, and Dahua and other tiger tribesmen had long been impatient. They had to return to the kingdom to report, and had been delayed here for a long time.

The sorghum wine has been brewed for more than a month and is almost fermented.

When he got home, he first put away the sugar, took out the distiller, and went to the small square in front of the canteen to prepare to distill white wine.

"Brother Ashan, bring up all the sorghum wine."

Large vats of sorghum wine were delivered, and the others were not idle either. Feng and Ake brought over the pottery jars they had recently fired to receive the wine. The small square was almost full.

When the tribe heard that Yu Sui was planning to distill liquor today, they were almost in an uproar, especially the dwarves. No matter what work they were doing, they put it down temporarily and ran to the square with the containers at home.

It has been such a long time since I last made some wine, that no matter how hard I tried to save it, it was almost all gone. I couldn't bear to drink the little bit left, so I opened it and smelled it because I was so greedy.

Due to their work and personality, they deal with fire and red-hot iron all year round, and their personalities are as passionate and cheerful as fire. Their love for spirits is almost engraved in their genes.

However, everyone knew that the newly joined small orcs were exchanged by the young chief from the tiger tribe in exchange for these liquors, so the dwarves only wanted to satisfy their cravings.

The cotton has been planted. Except for the orcs working in the factory, all other orcs are in the tribe. After hearing the news, many of them rushed to help (and watch).

Pour the sorghum liquor into the pot, add water, cover it with a special distiller, place a ceramic pot on the wine outlet, and then wait for the wine to be produced.

In just one month, the cat, mouse and rabbit tribes not only participated in many group work activities, but were also assigned many other tasks. Of course, the treatment was also very good. Gradually, the fear and panic in their hearts were no longer as strong as before.

They also stood in the crowd, but tacitly stayed a little further away from the tiger tribe.

Qiong and Kun also followed Heiyan here to watch the fun. When Kun heard that Yu Sui could also brew wine, his eyes turned red with jealousy. Even Qiong, who was always calm, breathed a little faster.

In the human world, people who can brew wine are also very popular, and people who can brew good wine are even more so. In this world where everything still depends on human power, there is a skill that can allow generations to live well.

This is the case with humans, and orcs, who have to exchange everything with humans except hunting, are even worse.

Great strength is an advantage, but it is also a restriction. The orc society has been around for thousands of years, but its lifestyle has always been primitive.

The Tauren live a wealthy life thanks to their sophisticated farming skills and hard-working character, but except for food, they still rely on imports for everything else.

Other races are not so wealthy, but the snow werewolves are also particularly poor.

Under such circumstances, it is normal for people to be envious, jealous and hateful that the Heitu tribe has a patriarch who can brew wine and attract humans to trade with them.

Kun crossed his arms, his brows furrowed in knots, and said with a tone that was three parts gloomy and four parts strange: "No wonder you abdicated when you were only over three hundred years old. With an heir like this, it doesn't matter whether you have one or not."

"Haha, you want to abdicate, but have you found a successor? If I hadn't discovered Xiao Yu Sui, you would still be working hard for your people." Hei Yan said shamelessly, and then mocked mercilessly.

"What do you mean by my people? They are all members of the Black Map Tribe now. Are you saying this to influence the development of the tribe? How sad the Snow Werewolves in our tribe would be if they heard it. Tell me..."

Qiong, who was standing beside the two of them, raised her eyes with a headache, "Alright, stop bickering. You're both old, with so many tribesmen here, aren't you afraid of losing face?"

She looked at Midori with a little sympathy, not knowing how she could stand Heiyan.

I saw Lu looking at Yu Sui in the center of the square with inexplicable pride, and his eyes didn't pay any attention to Heiyan and Kun at all.

If there weren't enough people around Xiaoyusui to help, they would have been eager to rush over to help.

The vein on her forehead twitched, and June took a deep breath, ignoring the drama around her.

"Sen, just come here, don't be awkward. Have you ever seen wine making? No, come and take a look." A sturdy snow werewolf warrior pulled Kun to the front with earnest words.

Unable to defeat Lanlos and later suppressed by Heiyan, Sen, who had always been holding a grudge, followed his companions with a gloomy face.

Such a lively event shocked almost the entire tribe. Anyone who was not working rushed over to watch, and several warriors from the Qiong tribe were no exception.

Of course Sen didn't want to come. He was disgusted with everything here. Especially after seeing that his fellow tribesmen were gradually accepting this place, he became even more annoyed.

However, in order to change his mind, several of his companions dragged him here.

Sen's strength is stronger than that of his companions. If he really fights, these snow wolves will not be able to do anything to him.

But there were only a few warriors in the Qiong tribe. They had been through life and death countless times, and their relationship was deeper than that of the warriors from other tribes. Sen didn't want to refuse their kindness, so he had to come here with a stiff upper lip.

Of course, Qiong saw the awkward look on her son's face. Beside him were the chattering Kun and Heiyan, and not far away was her son who had brute force but no brains. Then she looked at the cub Yu Sui who could lead the tribe and brew wine and cook delicious food - her fists hardened.

“Tick!”

The first drop of clear wine fell into the pottery jar, and then the wine fell like raindrops, and finally turned into a small stream.

The entire Black Map tribe was filled with the aroma of wine, and the wine-loving dwarves were already drooling.

The tiger tribe has a special identity and occupies a corner of their own.

Dahua looked at the strange big pot with burning eyes. He didn't have much confidence in white wine and was prepared to accept punishment when he returned.