"Wow! Daddy is so awesome!" Long Yao opened his mouth in envy and exclaimed.

Hearing Long Yao's voice, Long Mo raised his chin unconsciously, with a proud look on his face.

His eyes quietly glanced at Hu Jiaojiao beside him.

"Long Mo, your dumplings are very beautiful, and your skills are almost catching up with mine."

Hu Jiaojiao was also a little surprised. She didn't expect Long Mo to learn so quickly.

She thought that with Long Mo's cooking skills, he would be in a mess when making dumplings. She

didn't even think that Long Mo's dumplings were edible, and just asked him to chop some meat.

Hearing what Hu Jiaojiao said, Long Mo coughed lightly, pretending to be calm and placed the dumplings next to Hu Jiaojiao's dumplings side by side.

He said nonchalantly:

"Ahem... I just made them casually, very simple."

In fact, it was all learned from carving jade hairpins for Hu Jiaojiao.

His rough hands had never done delicate work. When carving hairpins, he had to carefully control the strength. After a while, he became proficient in controlling the strength. He has a strong learning ability and is also good at making dumplings.

"Daddy." At this time, Long Zhongtou asked, "You are so good at making dumplings, why is your cooking so bad?"

Long Mo: "..."

Suddenly felt that his family had too many children, if only there were two less.

Is it too late to throw them away now?

"Puchi..." Foxy Jiaojiao couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Seeing that Long Mo's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, she held back her laughter and comforted him:

"Long Mo, it's okay, you're just not good at cooking, but you're very good at other things. Every beast has its own strengths and weaknesses."

After hearing what Foxy Jiaojiao said, Long Mo's face looked better.

He turned his head and looked at her unsurely, "Really?"

"Yeah, really!" Foxy Jiaojiao tried hard to hold back her laughter and nodded seriously.

Long Mo narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice:

"Then tell me, what are you good at?"

"Just... making dumplings and hunting, both are pretty good..."

Foxy counted on her fingers seriously to show that she was not lying.

Long Mo raised his eyebrows, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. It seemed that he didn't get the answer he wanted, but he didn't continue to ask.

Several kids also learned to make dumplings.

Yincang was the oldest. He made a dumpling silently. Although it was a little crooked and not very good-looking, it can be seen that he tried very hard.

He put the dumpling on the plate a little embarrassedly.

There was a big plate in front of each kid, where they put their dumplings.

Long Yu was the second one to finish making dumplings. His dumplings were similar to Yin Cang's, but he put a little more meat filling in them, which made them plump, like Long Yao's belly.

Long Xiu's vision was not very clear at the moment, so he moved very slowly and carefully, and put less meat filling in them, but the dumplings he made were very beautiful.

"Second brother, your dumplings are so beautiful." After Long Ling'er finished making the dumplings, she looked around and couldn't help but praise him.

Then she held her dumplings in both hands and showed them to Hu Jiaojiao like a treasure.

"Mom, I've finished making them too! Do you think mine look good?"

Hu Jiaojiao turned her head and looked over, her eyes falling on the dumplings in Long Ling'er's hands.

Every wrinkle was carved with a knife, leaving no excess. Even the remaining flour was carved into a delicate little white flower by Long Ling'er.

It was neat and clean.

Those who didn't know would think it was a work of art in a display cabinet.

"Ling'er, your wrapping... is very beautiful." The corners of Foxy's mouth twitched, and she gave a fair evaluation.

She just realized that Ling'er actually had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Hehe." Long Ling'er smiled and showed it to Yin Cang again, her eyes narrowed into a slit, and she was very happy.

After seeing it, Yin Cang felt ashamed and wrapped it more seriously.

On the other hand, Long Zhong was over there.

His hands seemed to have their own ideas. The dumpling skin in his hands just refused to obey. After several attempts, he either pinched it ugly or couldn't pinch it at all.

Long Zhong became more and more irritable as he wrapped it. Finally, he put the meat filling on the dumpling skin, held it in his palm, and pinched it hard.

A irritable dumpling was wrapped.

With a "bang", he put the dumpling on the plate in a somewhat manic manner.

Three big words were written on Long Zhong's almost crazy face: "So annoying!"

"Eat the dumplings you wrapped yourself." Long Mo glanced at Long Zhong and reminded him in a cold voice.

Hu Jiaojiao nudged Long Mo's waist with her elbow and said softly, "Zhong'er, don't be anxious, take your time."

When Long Yao heard Long Mo's words, his chubby face suddenly became serious.

Because his hands were too small, he simply put the dumpling skin directly on the plate, pinched the dumpling skin for a while, and scratched his face for a while. He

didn't notice that his face had become a little cat.

After a "serious" drumming, he also excitedly held the "dumpling", stood up and shouted:

"Mom! Xiaowu is also wrapped!"

Hu Jiaojiao and a few others looked over.

They saw that Long Yao was holding something in his hand that looked like poop. If it wasn't white, they would have thought it was something Long Yao had just pulled out.

Long Zhong's depressed mood was immediately soothed when he saw it, and he laughed out loud: "Hahaha! Xiaowu, what did you make, a pile of shit?"

Long Yao: "..."

Long Zhong ignored his angry face and continued to add fuel to the fire, "Daddy said that you should eat what you make yourself, so don't eat ours later."

Looking at his ugly but not unpalatable dumplings, Long Zhong suddenly became confident.

"Ah!" Long Yao was so angry that he bared his teeth and sat back on the small stool, retorting: "Third brother's dumplings are so ugly! I don't want to eat yours..."

The family made dumplings "happily and harmoniously".

Although the other orcs in the tribe were not so lively, they all crawled into their beds, burned charcoal, and enjoyed the warmth for the first time in winter.

...

Meanwhile.

In the forest, a group of wolf orcs were trudging hard against the cold wind and heavy snow.

When they were close to their destination, they finally found a cave. Hundreds of orcs were crowded in a small cave, and there was almost no room for ants to pass through.

A wolf orc walked into the cave from the heavy snow, came all the way to the innermost part of the cave, crawled on the ground, and respectfully said to the lazy orc sitting on the stone in front of him:

"Chief, the tribe is in front."

When they sent a message back last time, they already knew the approximate location of this tribe.

It was just that the strange thing used by the dragon beastman was so powerful that they delayed their visit until winter came for safety.

"Oh? How many beastmen did they send to patrol? Are there many beastmen defending?"

Lang Shuo narrowed his eyes and asked firmly.

The wolf beastman swallowed and answered hesitantly:

"To the leader, there is not a single one..."