Chapter 62
Back in the yard, Hesniemen put Jiaojiao on a small stool made of a wooden block, then went into the kitchen and brought out the porridge that was being cooked over a low fire and the prepared egg custard.
After this period of study, although Hesniemen is still unable to make the colorful dishes in the recipe that are very appetizing just by looking at them, he has at least learned the most basic porridge and steamed egg custard, and today he also made stir-fried bok choy.
Hesniemen's cooking skills are actually below average. The porridge is a little burnt, the egg custard is not smooth enough, and the stir-fries are a little too salty. However, little Jiaojiao always enjoys eating everything, and she is especially supportive of her father.
This desire to support his father was fully demonstrated when Hesniemen first started cooking.
During those days, Jiaojiao drank half-cooked porridge, ate egg custard with shells, and ate salty pancakes. But no matter what she ate, Jiaojiao looked very happy and enjoyed it, and kept praising it, "Great." "Amazing." "Delicious."
At the beginning, Hesnemen, who rarely touched food and had almost no appetite, was indeed deceived by Jiaojiao. Later, after eating the meals that Arela cleaned up the mess and made anew several times, Hesnemen, who gradually had a certain understanding of the deliciousness of food, realized that the little guy was cheering for him again.
No matter how bad his cooking was, Jiaojiao would shake her little head happily and say it was delicious.
It's really difficult.
Thinking about this, Hesnemen touched Jiaojiao's head and asked, "How was your day today?"
"Delicious." Jiaojiao raised her head from the bowl, two grains of rice still on the corners of her mouth, her dark and bright eyes were extremely sincere.
It’s these eyes!
Hesnie caught the rice from Jiaojiao's mouth. It was this pair of clean and sincere eyes that tricked him into thinking that the rice he cooked was really good.
He picked up a piece of food and fed it to Jiaojiao, saying with a smile, "Little liar."
"Jiaojiao is not lying." Jiaojiao shook her head and said vaguely while chewing food.
Hesniemen smiled and picked up the bowl to drink some porridge, then concentrated on picking up vegetables and spooning egg custard to feed Jiaojiao.
It’s not that he wants to drink porridge, but if he doesn’t drink it, the little guy will leave half of the porridge in his bowl for him. I don’t know where this habit came from.
Awooo ate the egg custard his father fed him in one gulp. Jiaojiao was so happy that he even shook his short legs in the air.
Seeing Jiaojiao's white and tender cheeks moving, Hesniemen couldn't help but reach out and poke them.
"?" Jiaojiao, who was eating, looked up at her father, blinked, and then put her little face close to her father's hand. The food in her mouth made her voice a little unclear: "Poke Daddy."
A white, tender and soft little face came to him. Hesnemen stretched out his index finger and pressed it against Jiaojiao's face. Seeing that the chubby cheek was poked into a dent, but the owner of the face was still smiling at him with curved eyebrows, Hesnemen couldn't help but chuckle.
Just then, there was a very light knock on the door. From the knock, one could tell how nervous and frightened the orc was.
Hesnemen looked sideways, and the gate of the yard opened. The orcs who were outside the gate and had not had time to leave were caught off guard by the curious gazes of Hesnemen and Jiaojiao. After being stunned for a moment, they quickly turned around and left. It seemed that they were too panicked and anxious, and they fell twice in succession when they left, and it seemed that they were rolling and crawling.
Jiaojiao and Hesnemen tilted their heads at the same time, a little confused about what was going on.
After the orc's figure disappeared from sight, Hesnemen and Jiaojiao's eyes were fixed on the thing in front of the yard gate.
Hesnemen waved his hand, and the thing appeared in front of him. He lowered his eyes and found that it was a piece of ferocious beast meat that was washed clean and looked to weigh sixty kilograms?
Hesnemen raised his eyebrows. Is this an offering?
Before he was betrayed and imprisoned, he would receive offerings from various races every year, but as a god, Hesnemon did not need these.
As the Creator of this world, He does not need the Creators to collect the treasures from this world and offer them to Him.
At that time, Hesnemen asked his followers to send all the offerings back, but now...
"Dad will add another dish for you." Thinking that Jiaojiao had never eaten meat before, Hesnemen reached out and rubbed Jiaojiao's furry ears, then stood up and walked towards the meat.
The piece of meat was sent by Hu You's father Hu Ai, just when the patriarch gathered all the orcs in the deserted city in the valley and solemnly and cautiously discussed how to deal with the two gods who were suspected to have descended on the orcs.
Hu Ai, who was silent, carried all the spoils he had obtained from hunting in the deserted city and placed them outside the gate of the courtyard where the god lived.
He heard from the orcs who returned alive from the human city that every race would offer sacrifices to the gods on important festivals to thank the gods for their protection.
The gods saved his mother, and he didn't have much, so he just sent over the beast meat that his family had received.
Before coming, he discussed this with his wife Amur, and she agreed with this approach, saying that they still had bitter roots to eat and would not starve to death. When it came time for the next hunt, her mother could go with them and they could get more meat then.
After delivering the meat to the gate of the god's courtyard, Fox Ai returned to the threshing ground.
When his wife Amur, who was standing among the orcs, saw him, she scooted over to his side, elbowed him, and whispered, "How is it? Did the God say anything?"
"I put the meat at the door and left without daring to talk to the Lord God." Hu Ai said with a silly look on his face.
Amur looked him up and down, then nodded to himself, "That's right, he's a god, it's not your fault if you don't dare to talk to him..."
Hu Ai, confused by his wife's behavior, raised his hand and scratched his head with a silly smile.
While the tribe leader and his companions were still a little skeptical and incredulous, the other orcs who had heard about Raya's deeds had already believed in their hearts that Hesnemen and Jiaojiao were gods.
It turned out to be the Lord God. No wonder they couldn't help but tremble and submit when they saw that Lord God.
It makes sense. How could there be any race in the Kana continent that dares to pretend to be a god? It’s not like they are tired of living and want to die.
You must know that if races other than the beastmen knew that someone was impersonating a god, they would not let him die until he had suffered three thousand tortures. That would be so crazy that they would use the sacred objects to hang on to his life to use up all the punishments.
So if we analyze it carefully, there is really no need for that adult to pretend to be a god.
Besides, that being could heal the god's hatred. What else could it be but a god? Raya, who hadn't seen the actual example, was still beside the patriarch. Not only did she not show any signs of dying, she even looked more energetic than them.
The orcs, thinking of this, stood on tiptoe, stretched their necks, their eyes filled with eagerness and enthusiasm, just to catch a glimpse of Raya, who had been brought back to life by the blessing of the gods.
Seeing his tribe like this, Sai Meng, the tribe leader, felt very uneasy. First, he wasn't 100% sure whether the adult and the cub were gods. Second, in ancient legends, his tribe was known for betraying and even killing gods.
If that great god knew this, would he regret descending upon the beast tribe?
Will he abandon the beast tribe again?!
Will he...directly make the beastmen completely disappear from the Kana Continent?!
Also, the beastmen currently do not have the conditions to build a temple for the gods, nor do they have the conditions to serve the gods. Their entire race even has difficulty getting enough to eat.
While the chief of the beast tribe was feeling anxious, Hesnemen successfully brought out a pot of meat after frying two pots. Jiaojiao smacked her lips at the aroma of the meat, her round eyes fixed on the pot in her father's hand.
Seeing his greedy little look, Hesnemen wanted to laugh, so he picked up a piece of meat, cooled it down and handed it to him.
Jiaojiao took the meat and took a big bite. After taking two bites, she found that she couldn't bite it anymore, so she looked down at the meat in her hand in confusion.
After watching for a while, Jiaojiao smacked the taste of meat in her mouth and stuffed the meat in her hand into her mouth again.
He bit the meat with his tiny teeth and tilted his head upwards, while at the same time he pulled the meat down with his little hands. In order to eat a piece of meat, he even used the strength of his toes.
As a result, she exerted too much force and Jiaojiao, who was sitting on the tree stump, fell backwards without noticing.
The quick-witted Hesniemen caught Jiaojiao in one swoop. Startled, he rubbed Jiaojiao's head in his arms and asked in confusion, "How can you fall over while eating meat?"
"Dad, Jiaojiao is not strong enough to bite it." Jiaojiao looked at him with sparkling eyes while holding the meat in her hands.
Can’t bite?
Hesnemen looked back at the pot of meat on the table, picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and then spit it out expressionlessly. He really couldn't chew it.
Fortunately, there was still a lot of meat delivered.
The spirit father put Jiaojiao down and said, "It's okay. Dad will make you another pot of something you can chew."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the pot of chewy meat on the table and turned to walk into the kitchen.
"Dad, do you want Jiaojiao to help you?" Jiaojiao, who had climbed down from the tree stump with great effort, ran to the kitchen door and peeked in.
"Need not."
"But Jiaojiao wants to help Dad."
Hesnemen in the kitchen turned his head to meet his dark, bright eyes that sparkled with anticipation. After a moment's silence, he said, "Can you come in and help me find some ginger? I can't find it."
"Sure." Jiaojiao responded crisply, and trotted in with her eyes curved.
The Beast Tribe's meeting about the gods lasted for two full days, listing a series of densely packed rules, such as how to salute when facing the gods, what words of praise to say, not being rude or vulgar in front of the gods, and not appearing in front of the gods with unkempt hair and a dirty appearance.
Water had to be sprinkled in the city every morning, noon and evening to prevent the gods from going out and facing the wind and sand.
Do your best to build a temple for the gods.
From now on, hunting will be changed from once every five days to once every two days, and we must strive to provide the gods with the freshest prey and berries every day.
There were nearly a thousand of these detailed and complex regulations, but in the end, these regulations were overturned by Erwens who felt they were inappropriate, on the grounds that the beastmen could not withstand such a toss.
Just take the matter of sprinkling water three times a day as an example. Within two months, all the orcs in the deserted city will die of thirst.
After another day of heated arguments, they finally decided with some trepidation on how to deal with the matter of the gods descending upon the beastmen.
At night, Arela and Ares, who had just returned from the meeting, were standing in the yard at a loss.
Ever since they learned that this adult and Jiaojiao might really be gods, the minds of the two beasts have been blank.
After two days of uncontrollable excitement and joy at the meeting, the two beasts slowly began to feel panic and nervousness when they returned to the yard.
They were so careful with their breathing that they didn't dare go into the house as usual and stayed in the yard all night.
Soon, the sky brightened!
When Jiaojiao got up and came out of the house, he saw Ares and Arela standing in the yard. He ran over with a happy look on his face: "Sister Arela, Brother Arela, where have you been?"
"Jiaojiao, it's been a long time since I last saw you guys?"
For a child, two days is a very long time.
Ares was completely bewildered when asked this question. In the end, it was Arela who mustered up the courage first, bent down and said, "God..."
Hesnemen, who was walking towards the kitchen, stopped and looked sideways. His golden eyes were filled with unclear emotions, and his gentle voice was silent. "Don't call him a god."
Arela, sensing his displeasure, frightened herself and slammed to her knees, lowering her head and stammering, "Th-then, what is that called?"
"God."
"Yes, yes, Lord God."
"But Jiaojiao is not called Shenling?" Jiaojiao stretched out her little hand to pull Arela who 'fell' to the ground, and looked up at her father: "Jiaojiao is called Jiaojiao, Daddy said Jiaojiao's name wrong." At the end, she pouted a little aggrievedly.
Hesnemen pinched his brows, walked forward, held the aggrieved little guy in his arms, and comforted him for a while before looking at Arela again: "Forget it, you should just call him Jiaojiao!"
Arela hesitated for a moment, then nodded hurriedly under Hesnemen's emotionless gaze: "Yes."
The Hesnie goalkeeper put Jiaojiao down, smiling again, and tugged at his little ear unhappily: "Go and have fun by yourself. I'll make you something delicious."
Jiaojiao touched her ear and said with a smile, "Dad, don't you want Jiaojiao's help?"
"don't want."
"All right."
Seeing Hesnemen walk into the kitchen, Arela quickly got up from the ground, moved nervously to the door of the kitchen, and said, "Respected God, I can take care of the cooking."
Hesnemen glanced at her sideways and said, "This kitchen belongs to me."
Arela: "..."
This is a strange deity who loves to cook!
In the next few days, Hesniemen and Jiaojiao often saw things piled up at the door. These things included ferocious beast meat, unripe fruits, malt sugar, white flour, and some children's clothes made of good fabrics that felt comfortable to the touch.
When he saw the children's clothes, Hesniemen realized that he had forgotten to prepare clothes for the little ones.
To this day, the little guy is still wearing the same clothes as when they first met. Although his divine power prevents the clothes from getting stained with dust, this does not seem to be a reason not to prepare clothes for the little guy.
Hesnemen, who had not yet fully mastered the basic cooking skills, rubbed Jiaojiao's furry head and planned to return the use of the kitchen to the little orc Arela today. He had to first list the things that Jiaojiao should have as a child, and then prepare them all.
Before entering the house, Jiaojiao tugged at her father's robe, pointed at something on the ground with her little hand and said, "Meat."
Hesniemen stopped and looked down into his sparkling eyes. He was a little confused. He didn't seem to be short of the little guy's meat these days. Why did he still look so greedy when he saw meat?
"Dad, isn't it a waste of meat?" Jiaojiao looked up at her father and said in a serious tone, "It's a shame not to eat the meat. It's a waste."
Hesniemen squatted down and pinched Jiaojiao's face, which had become chubby recently: "This meat is bad, you can't eat it."
The meat was still fresh to the orcs, but it had been stored for four or five days. Although the orcs had tried their best to preserve it, in Hesnemen's opinion it couldn't be any worse.
However, Hesnemen, who knew the current situation of the orcs, did not think that they were deliberately trying to annoy him. He knew that this was all this race could offer.
However, what Hesnemen didn't know was that in addition to the things given by the tribe, more orcs secretly put the only and most valuable food and things in their homes here without telling the tribe leader.
It is true that if they gave these things away, they would be hungry for a long time.
But they still carried the food over secretly with joy in their hearts, just to express their love for this god who was willing to descend upon the beast tribe.
Hearing that the meat was spoiled and inedible, Jiaojiao smacked her lips regretfully and followed her father back into the house.
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