The male suddenly took a step back, reverted to its original form, and looked warily towards the direction from which the ice had been shot.
Fang Hua pushed his way through the crowd and stepped out. For some reason, the men there looked a hint of fear in their eyes when they saw him.
One of the lesbians, the male who had almost had his tail shot off, threw a cloth bag over his back and then left carrying a large barrel of liquor bottles.
The cloth bag was incredibly heavy. Fang Rong struggled to catch it and almost fell over. When she opened it, she found it contained meat, weighing about fifty or sixty pounds.
We've made a fortune!
Generally speaking, business people will start with a high price and then negotiate if they are not satisfied. So Fang Rong started with a high price and was actually waiting to bargain with the seller. Unexpectedly, not only did she not have to bargain, but she also received more than ten kilograms of meat as a gift.
He was very satisfied, but that customer seemed a little unhappy. He probably wouldn't become a repeat customer.
"You're open for business?" Fang Hua walked around the wooden planks to the back. "What are you making? It smells so good!"
Fang Rong pretended to put the meat under the wooden board, but actually put it into her spatial storage and continued cooking. "I felt that selling only wine wouldn't be much business, so I made a few dishes."
He used the most common rabbit meat, along with some beef and mutton, to make several home-style stir-fries and a sausage dish. Because it smelled so good, people would come over and ask about it from time to time.
Fang Hua took the initiative to serve the guests and bargained with them.
"Three catties of meat per bowl."
The word "a bowl" was quite unusual. Fang Rong thought he was referring to a whole bowl, and couldn't help but kick him. "Why is it so expensive?"
(；一_一), “I’ll sell it, Fang Rong, go home and rest.”
Fang Rong was furious, "You think I'm in your way?"
"No, no," Fang Hua coaxed him. "Fang Rong is too tired, he needs to rest."
"I'll just sit here and rest." Fang Rong glared at him.
"Then Fang Rong should take a nap." Fang Hua brought over a chair and a fur blanket, the kind with fluffy fur on both sides.
Fang Rong waved the hand away, "I'm not sleeping."
He had a vague feeling that something was wrong; Fang Hua was hiding something from him.
However, he still didn't know what it was about.
"Oh, right," Fang Hua seemed to remember something, "Baza wants you to study medicine with him, do you want to go?"
Studying medicine?
It's rare for the bazaar to invite him, so it would seem a shame not to go.
Forget it, let this guy go.
Fang Rong tidied up, got up and went to find the bazaar. Before leaving, she glared at Fang Hua and said, "Sell well, don't make any mistakes. I want to see meat tonight."
"Mhm, mhm." Fang Hua nodded and watched him leave.
The bazaar was located not far from the tribe's temporary encampment, so Fang Rong found it easily.
He can now communicate normally and understand what others are saying. Although he can't write yet, it doesn't prevent him from studying medicine.
Bazaar's eyes lit up when he saw him. "We're really busy today, we don't have enough manpower."
Fang Rong smiled gently, "I'm here now, what do you need me for?"
Baza pointed to the corner, "We're still missing one for grinding the medicine. Go grind the medicine."
"Mm." Fang Rong nodded.
He was quite good at grinding medicine; it was a technical skill, and he could multitask. However, he could only do it when no one was around. There were still a few students here, and Fang Rong didn't want to expose his special ability.
He was halfway through when he realized there were no bowls left. Just then, Bazaar was standing where there were bowls, so he called out to him, "Bazaar, get me one so we can go to bed together. You must miss me."
"Hmm?" Baza looked at him with a strange expression. He had been teased by Fang Rong a lot lately, with frivolous words like "I like you," "I really love you," and "Can I touch you?" coming out one after another. And today it happened again.
Bazaar looked him up and down. Although Fang Rong was indeed good-looking, with healthy and beautiful wheat-colored skin and handsome features, he was a female.
"Fang Rong," Baza decided to make things clear to him, "Although I do like you quite a bit, you are female, and it's impossible for us to be together. No one would agree to it."
There are already few females, so how could they possibly be allowed to digest themselves internally?
Fang Rong was completely confused. "I just asked you to get a bowl, what do you mean by 'a big lump'?"
He pointed to the bowl, "Could you please take this for me?"
Baza stared wide-eyed, looking at him and then at the bowl, sighed helplessly, and handed the bowl to him.
Fang Rong took it and looked at it. "Let's sleep together. I missed you. It's very well made."
He was trying to lighten the mood, but he felt that Bazaar's gaze was off, as if he was being played.
"You don't look well." Fang Rong shook the bowl. "Come sleep with me, is there anything special about missing you?"
He thought this bowl held special significance for the bazaar.
Baza looked at him in confusion. What did it mean when he kept saying "Let's go to bed together" and "I miss you" and then shook the bowl?
He pointed to the bowl, “oeμkπζθe.” The bowl.
What does “oeμkπζθe?” mean? Are you referring to the pattern on the bowl?
“λeμiθeπkoeμkπζθe，θeπeθkkkk.” This is called a bowl, not “I like you.”
“λeμiθeπkoeμkπζθe，θeπeθkkkk?”λeμiθeπk means this is called, and what is oeμkπζθe?
Why isn't it called a bowl? Is it called oeμkπζθe?
Fang Rong was surprised. He pointed to the thatched hut above his head and asked, "Is this what they call 'I Love You So Much'?"
Baza looked at him with a tearful expression, "This is called a thatched hut."
"What about this?" Fang Rong pointed to the ground. He remembered this was called "Let's roll around in the sheets."
“This is the ground.” Baza stamped his foot. “λiμiokμek.”
“λiμiokμek?” Fang Rong was completely dumbfounded.
He finally realized something was wrong; it turned out that Fang Hua, that little bastard, had kept so much from him!
He deserves a beating!
He's been humiliated for so many days!
Fang Rong got angry and couldn't stay calm, so she grabbed a knife and went out on the spot.
Baza was worried and followed behind him, constantly advising him not to be impulsive, saying that getting angry would harm his health and cause wrinkles.
Fang Rong shook her head, "I wasn't impulsive. I'm not human when I'm impulsive!"
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