Fengjiu followed behind Long Qinghan, being watched and mocked by orcs all the way. They left the royal city, the downtown area, and came to a village on the outskirts.
But here, the chaos was far greater than Fengjiu had imagined. Fights were everywhere, the strong bullying the weak, blood was splattered, curses were shouted, and cries were heard, all of which painted a picture of desolation, dirtiness and violence.
There are no rules, no kindness, only the hard struggle to stay alive.
The closer to the edge, the worse the environment becomes, the lower and more dilapidated the houses become, and the orcs become weaker physically and mentally. Their eyes are either indifferent or dull, and they have no hope for life at all.
However, when they saw Long Qinghan and Feng Jiu passing by, many orcs were surprised, especially when they saw the wild boar meat and animal skins, their greedy and malicious eyes suddenly burst out.
Fengjiu put her hands behind her back and looked around. She felt that she would be very busy for a long time in the future, busy fighting.
Long Qinghan's cave is on a high ridge, far away from the tribe. Fortunately, there is a stream flowing down the mountain, making it very convenient to use water.
When the two men and Wu Yu's two guards approached the cave, they saw from afar the wide cave entrance and an orc walking out cursing.
When it saw Long Qinghan's figure, it suddenly turned into a big rat and ran away in panic. It was obviously the thief who stole Long Qinghan's things.
Fengjiu finally understood why Long Qinghan always mocked himself and rejected her. In such a bad environment, he was able to not feel inferior. He had a pretty good character.
"Third Prince, leave the things here and we'll go back first." The two guards placed the meat on the stone table and the animal skins on the stone bench, said hello to Long Qinghan, and turned to leave.
The cave is very large, dry and ventilated, and it is very clean, but it is also easy to see at a glance because there are so few things inside.
Near the mountain wall, a wide stone bed was carved out. On the bed was a huge black animal skin, and a set of animal skin clothes was thrown there messily at the head of the bed, obviously having been turned over by the mouse just now.
Then there was a table and two stools in the middle, a large iron pot near the exit, and two large bowls thrown on the ground.
Without other things, this family is really penniless. Fortunately, she prepared a space of supplies, so Fengjiu is not afraid at all.
But, "Did the thief just let it go? Why didn't he take your animal skin and pot?" These two are the only valuable things in the house, right?
"If an ordinary orc takes something with the royal mark, he will die." The majesty of the royal family is unshakable. Even if he is a waste, he still has such an identity.
Fengjiu understood and nodded, "Let's cook and eat. Are you hungry?" Mainly because she saw the half piece of fresh wild boar meat, Fengjiu felt a little greedy.
It was getting late and she was hungry. All sorts of delicious food flashed through Fengjiu's mind, but she didn't know what Long Qinghan liked to eat.
"Food?" This confused Long Qinghan again. Where on earth did Fengjiu come from? She often spoke in incomprehensible ways.
It's not like he hasn't come into contact with people from big countries. Because of the queen's special abilities, people from higher tribes often come to ask for offspring.
Those people just have higher holy powers and are a bit more arrogant, but there is no difference in other aspects.
Fengjiu then remembered that in the Beast World, there was probably no artificial cultivation of crops, so there was naturally no staple food like rice.
It seems that she has a long way to go. "What do you usually eat? Only meat?" Eating only meat is not enough to replenish the body's trace elements.
"Well, I eat it after it's cooked, and occasionally I eat some fruits." Many beastmen eat meat raw, but Long Qinghan thinks it is fishy and smelly and can't swallow it.
"Okay, I'll cook for you." Fengjiu said, and rolled up her sleeves, revealing her slender, snow-white arms.
Long Qinghan opened his mouth. How could she, looking so delicate and frail, actually work? The next moment, Fengjiu picked up the heavy iron pot right in front of him and left.
Because there were no buckets or other containers to hold water around, we had to go to the stream to wash the pot first and then get some water to cook.
For a moment, Long Qinghan could only stare blankly at Fengjiu's movements. He didn't expect Fengjiu to be so strong.
The big pot was not only heavy, but also had a very dirty bottom that was black because of the frequent burning of fire.
Fengjiu had to hold it far away so as not to dirty her clothes, even though she was already very dirty.
Long Qinghan was afraid that her arm would break, so he quickly walked over and said, "Let me do it."
Fengjiu nimbly dodged the question, "No need. Today is a good day for us to get married. I'll prepare a special meal for you."
Long Qinghan had no idea that no matter how heavy the object was, it was no problem for Fengjiu, because her system could help her share the weight.
Fengjiu picked up some dry grass nearby and cleaned the pot inside and out. Then she filled half the pot with water. She carried the pot, which weighed dozens of kilograms, back to the cave with ease in her palm.
Long Qinghan had already started a fire on his own and helped Fengjiu put the pot back on the fire.
Fengjiu then walked towards the half pork, took out a dagger from her backpack, and gestured to cut it, and asked, "How much do you want to eat?"
She had no idea about the orcs' appetite, and she could only eat one or two pounds of, um, lean meat at most.
"Cook it all. Eat as much as you can. If you leave it out, it will go bad tomorrow. Storing food is only for winter."
If it wasn't something Wu Yu gave him, Long Qinghan could have traded it for some herbs.
"That's not necessary. It can be kept for a day or two after being cooked. Is ten pounds enough?" Fengjiu cut the meat and lifted it up to show him.
“Jin?” How much is it?
"A piece this big probably weighs about ten pounds. One pound is about this heavy." Fengjiu cut ten pounds for Long Qinghan and two one-pound pieces for herself.
Long Qinghan just estimated it with his eyes and had a rough idea in his mind. He also felt that it was convenient to have a fixed word to measure weight.
"Well, that's enough." Due to the habit formed by years of lack of food, he could feel full even if his food intake was reduced to half of that of a normal person.
Fengjiu first took out the seasoning from her backpack and poured it into the pot, which surprised Long Qinghan again. "You also brought salt? What is this?"
It smelled strangely like herbs. Could this thing be cooked and eaten with food? Long Qinghan expressed his doubts.
"These are all seasonings. They smell very good. You'll know in a moment." After Fengjiu added the seasonings, she took the cut meat and went to the stream to wash it.
Long Qinghan looked at her leaving back and felt the life of the world for the first time. He felt that eating was a pleasure, not a necessity for survival.
Apart from his father, Fengjiu is the first person to cook for him. Can he look forward to it?
When Fengjiu came to the stream again, she met a female orc who was cleaning her wounds.
The wound kept bleeding, so she kept washing it, her face expressionless, as if she didn't feel the pain. There were also a few freshly picked herbs next to it, which could indeed stop bleeding.
"It's useless to wash like this. Do you want me to help you?" Fengjiu couldn't control herself because of her occupational disease.
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