Cangye looked at her gravely, pressed his tongue against his cheek to suppress the anger in his heart.

He laughed evilly, and the sound made Song Jinqiao's scalp tingle. She was really afraid that he would suddenly pounce on her.

Cangye stopped looking at her and fixed his gaze on the pile of grass: "Do you know anything a veterinarian can do?"

Song Jinqiao did not approach him, but stayed far away, still looking at him with vigilance. After all, the beast's credibility had plummeted after the previous experience.

Song Jinqiao said, "I only know a little bit. I saw it when our tribe's veterinarian was treating it."

Seeing that she was hiding so far away, Cangye waved to her and said in a deep voice, "How can you treat me if you are hiding so far away? Come here."

Song Jinqiao ignored him, covering her chest with one hand and holding down her fur skirt with the other, with a look of caution on her face: "You just need to boil the grass into a pot of soup, and then drink it with the grass."

Cangye narrowed his eyes, ignored her struggle, grabbed her arm and pulled her over: "I don't know how to do it."

I don’t know what’s so good about blocking it, and I’ve never seen the females in that tribe blocking it so tightly.

In the beast world, it is normal to reveal a little. Even if you reveal too much, no beastman will look at you strangely, because the beast world is very open, even too open.

Song Jinqiao only felt a huge force pinching her wrist, which made her beautiful brows frown. She pulled her wrist, but she couldn't move it. It made her feel like her hand was stuck in a gap.

There was really no way out and she had no choice because the orc had already pulled her out of the cave.

It was evening and it was getting dark. Song Jinqiao could even feel the drizzle falling.

It's another rainy night.

Cangye turned around and looked at her: "What should we do?"

When Cangye asked this, Song Jinqiao suddenly remembered that he seemed to have never seen orcs cook, so they probably didn't know that food could be cooked.

And before, I and those orcs had brought water directly in stone bowls, and it seemed... it had never been boiled.

At this time, Xiao Ling's voice suddenly sounded: "Host, don't worry. Xiao Ling has tested the water and it will not make the host sick."

Song Jinqiao breathed a sigh of relief.

But it’s better to drink boiled water in the future.

While thinking about this, he walked to the river where he had jumped off the cliff, because there were some stones there that could be used to make pots.

The drizzle was still falling, but it was just the beginning and nothing was wet yet. Song Jinqiao asked Cangye to hold a stone, while he picked up some branches and leaves as firewood.

Stone pots are difficult to make, but with the orcs' natural strength, making stone pots becomes much simpler and more convenient.

Returning to the cave, she pointed bluntly to the middle of the stone and said, "Dig a small hole. Don't dig through it, but make sure the bottom is thin."

This is easy for the orcs.

While Cangye was making the stone pot, Song Jinqiao also took out the branches and large tree stumps he had picked up, preparing to drill wood to make fire.

When Cangye finished making the stone pot, her fire hadn't even started, not even a bit of smoke came out, but her hands were rubbed red.

She looked at Cangye beside her, thought for a while, and handed the wooden stick to him without hesitation. She pointed to the big wooden stake and said, "Here, use this stick to drill."

Although Cangye didn't understand what she was going to do, he still listened to her and did as she said.

Song Jinqiao didn't have much hope at first, but when she saw the black smoke coming out of the bottom of the wooden stick, she couldn't help but widen her eyes slightly.