Ning Hong found it strange that the stingy Yinglu had brought such a large piece of meat to exchange for fish soup.
Is the weather about to change? He looked up at the sky, but no, the weather was fine.
"Aunt Yinglu, are you sure you want to switch with me?"
"Yes, my husband said your fish soup is especially delicious."
“My brother is an excellent cook,” Ningmao added from the side.
"Really? How delicious is it? I don't believe it. Why don't you let Auntie try some?"
"Auntie, you're trying to scam me, I won't fall for it." If he doesn't believe me, so be it; as long as he thinks it tastes good, that's all that matters.
Ning Hong squinted, somewhat puzzled. Could it be that his cooking skills were so good that he had won this person over?
Yinglu was also a little guilty.
I wonder if this brat knows the secret of the fish soup.
She'll have her husband catch a couple of fish tomorrow; why bother trading with him?
However, this fish doesn't seem easy to handle; at least the fish soup she cooked before was not only lacking in energy but also quite unpalatable.
Although Ning Hong had some doubts, he was very tempted by such a large piece of meat in front of him and immediately agreed.
There was still a lot of fish soup left, but no fish meat.
Ning Hong then gave the entire pot to Ying Lu.
This is a stone pot that they polished themselves.
The cooking process was a bit slow, but the taste was quite good.
"Remember to return the pot to me."
"I understand, your Aunt Ying won't take a bite out of your pot."
Yinglu happily took the pot back.
"Brother, how could Aunt Yinglu bear to use meat to replace soup?"
"I don't know either, maybe my brother's cooking is just too good."
Ning Hongze knew something was amiss, but what did it matter? All he wanted to do now was eat meat.
The next day was the day for the group hunt.
Ningmao lay lazily in the yard, half asleep.
He's young and a cat, so he has no fighting ability whatsoever.
The villagers wouldn't let him help with the hunting either.
At most, he'll just be tasked with guarding the gate. Don't let his lazy demeanor fool you; his hearing is incredibly sharp.
He could hear even the slightest noise clearly.
“Ningmao, you are ten years old this year. Go hunting with your brother.”
Ning Hong then helped Ning Mao up.
"Brother, what's wrong? You don't usually participate in group hunts." His brother couldn't transform at all; if he went hunting, he would just be delivering food to the animals.
They, the orcs, eat animals, and the animals eat the orcs.
It's very fair; it all depends on your own abilities.
“We’re too weak. Going there would only slow them down.” Ningmao blinked her big cat eyes.
Every orc harbors a dream: to become an orc warrior, a true warrior, to protect their village and the people they care about.
Unfortunately, neither he nor his brother could realize this dream.
When he was little, he thought that maybe he wasn't a weak cat, but a powerful tiger. After all, when he was a kitten, he was not much different from a cat, or at the very least, a leopard.
At least its attack power was stronger, but in the end, he was still disappointed.
A cat is just a cat; it's neither a tiger nor a leopard. It's simply the weakest of cats.
"Who told you that cats are necessarily the weakest?"
“I also know that there are even weaker ones. There’s someone who lives not far from my house and can turn into a bird, but he’s even weaker than me.”
Can't you have even a little bit of ambition?
Compared to birds?
Why not compare it to vultures or gnats, which are also birds?
"We don't have much food, so we need to store more. Winter is coming soon." In the original owner's memory, the winters here were particularly cold, covered in heavy snow, and sometimes, it was even impossible to travel.
If they don't store more food, they might freeze to death at home.
Fortunately, even if Ningmao and the original owner of this body were not very good, they were still beastmen, so they still had some strength.
Therefore, when everyone else was building their houses, they also moved stones to build theirs.
Although it's not as big as others, it can still provide shelter from the wind and rain, and it's much better than that old thatched hut.
The room was empty, with not much stuff inside.
We must store more food.
Hunting day has arrived.
Everyone gathered in the square and then formed groups according to their own wishes. Naturally, no one wanted to team up with the Ning brothers.
"That's fine too. If no one is willing to team up, then whatever we hunt will be ours," Ningmao comforted her. "Maybe we can capture a duck-dragon."
The DuckDragon is a Level 1 beast, not very high in rank or combat strength, but it is large enough to be almost the size of an adult black bear.
"Hehe." The villagers couldn't help but laugh when they heard Ning Mao's 'naive' words.
"Ningmao, you're quite ambitious, but look at your small bodies. Even if you catch the Duck Dragon Beast, can you carry it?"
"No, I'm more interested in knowing how you plan to kill that duck-dragon beast. Are you going to bite it with your teeth?"
"Hahaha."
"Ningmao, you're really something."
Ridiculed by everyone, Ning Mao's face turned bright red. He was naturally quiet, and now he lowered his head even further, not daring to speak, tears welling in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.
Can't cry?
They'll laugh even harder if they cry.
Ningmao bit her lower lip hard.
"Alright, it's just a duck-dragon beast, right? Big brother will catch it. Then, how do you want to eat it?"
"ah?"
Upon hearing Ning Hongze's matter-of-fact words, the villagers looked at each other and burst into wild laughter.
"Oh, so it's just a duck-dragon beast? Ning Hongze, you've got quite the nerve."
"It's okay, they're just thinking about it. If they can't do it, are they not allowed to think about it?"
"that is."
No matter what these people said or how they mocked her, Ning Hong ignored them and continued to squat down, staring into Ning Mao's eyes.
"Kitty, tell your brother, how do you want to eat?"
"Brother, can you braise it?"
Yesterday, my brother used the meat that Aunt Yinglu gave him to make braised pork.
He couldn't stop eating; he had never eaten such delicious meat before. His brother told him that the meat was called braised pork.
Ningmao immediately memorized those three words.
"Okay, I'll make braised pork."
Ning Hong then patted Ning Mao's head.
Seeing that the Ning brothers ignored them, the villagers started to get a little bored after laughing for a while.
Then it gradually quieted down.
"Okay, let's go."
Their destination this time was deep in the forest outside the west end of the village.
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