Ji Nuan grunted and caught a few more pheasants. To her surprise, she found a kind of cumin fruit. It had a gray shell, but when she broke it open, she found small black seeds like papaya inside, which actually gave off a strong cumin flavor.

Looking at the cumin trees full of fruits, Ji Nuan couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. She was so happy. She wanted to pick all of them, dry them in the sun, grind them into powder and preserve them!

Ji Nuan waved to the cumin tree reluctantly and then walked towards the tribe.

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“Oh my god! I’m so tired! Even though I’m a beastman, this body is too weak!” Ji Nuan kneaded her sore arms and shoulders, feeling extremely helpless.

She really wanted to lie down and take a deep sleep right now, but after looking at the things she had brought back, Ji Nuan resigned herself to getting up and walking to the basket, taking out the pheasant and pork leg and putting them aside, and then moving a large stone out of the food storage hole. She had found this when she went to the river, and because one side had been washed by the water for a long time, it had formed a deep concave surface, and it was also very smooth, so she brought it back just right to make a pot, which was truly a pleasant surprise.

“La la la~ Plant the sun~ La la la~ Plant the sun! La la la la la la~ Hum! Hum! Hum!” Wagging her furry tail happily, Ji Nuan was in a particularly good mood today because she had enough food.

Carrying the pig legs and pheasants, Ji Nuan groaned as she came to the riverside of the tribe to prepare her own food. Because it was just past noon, there were almost no people by the riverside. Everyone was still out hunting and gathering, and no one came back early like Ji Nuan.

After a lot of hard work, looking at the horrible pig legs and pheasants in front of her, Ji Nuan couldn't help but grin in disgust. They were so bumpy and ugly. But what could she do? She didn't have sharp claws, so she could only use a stone knife to scrape them bit by bit. It was good enough if she could peel off the skin.

Forget it, appearance is not important. What is most important is that the meat tastes good. I prepared myself mentally and then carried the ugly prey back to the cave.

There was a simple stove she built in the food storage cave. Ji Nuan squatted down and used the tree trunks and fine grass that she had prepared to start the first fire after crossing. After more than an hour, her palms were rubbing so hard that they were burning. A small flame finally began to burn in Ji Nuan's delighted eyes.

I gently added the dry firewood I had picked up, and the fire started to crackle with the fuel! The dim storage cave became warm and bright under the light of the fire.

Ji Nuan carefully cut the collected fruits into small pieces with sharp stones. The male beasts here have sharp claws that can tear the prey apart, while the females without claws can just sit aside and wait for the males to feed them. So poor Ji Nuan could only find a few sharp stones outside to use as knives, stuffed the smashed fruits into the stomachs of five pheasants, wrapped them with prepared large leaves, covered them with a layer of mud, and buried them in the fire.

The simple version of begging chicken is completed.

After washing his thin paws that were covered in mud, Ji Nuan picked up a burning branch from the fire, ignited the pile of firewood under the simple stove, took the stone pot that had already been washed several times, and carefully placed it on the stove!

She was thin and small, so Ji Nuan prepared some chicken soup for herself to nourish herself. The meat cooked in this way was also relatively tender and easy to digest.

She sighed. There was no salt. In her memory, there was no such thing as salt. Every once in a while, the beastmen would work together to capture a living beast, bring it back to the tribe, and distribute the fresh blood to the tribesmen to replenish their "energy".

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