Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 31 Opening the Door to New Culinary Skills

After confirming that everyone had a successful start, the leader's smile broadened considerably.

In one afternoon, the other two teams should be able to hunt one or two more animals each. Although they may not be as large as black bears, they should be enough to feed several hundred tribesmen.

A simple calculation shows that today's harvest is enough to sustain the entire tribe's food needs for three days.

And don't forget, this is only the result of the first hunting team, where Chief Jing is located. The hunting results of the second and third hunting teams are not included.

However, Chief Jing does not have high expectations for the other two teams, and the other two teams are the same. They all regard themselves as the tribe's only "hope" and go all out in every hunt to hunt enough prey to ensure the tribe's survival.

After hunting two male black bears, there was still plenty of time left, and it wasn't dark yet, but Chief Jing didn't plan to look for new prey.

They left a signal where they were, and sent half of the men back to the stronghold to deliver the prey, while the leader, Jing, led the others to the second stronghold.

In the past, the team would move to the next stronghold on the second or third day of the hunt, but the first day's harvest was so plentiful that Chief Jing felt that it might be possible to move to the next stronghold earlier.

The further along the outposts you go, the more numerous and diverse the prey becomes, but the greater the danger.

As darkness fell, the leader, Jing, and the remaining dozen or so men arrived at Outpost No. 2.

Outpost No. 2 was not as large as Outpost No. 1, nor was the environment as tidy. The state of the place also indicated that it was not as frequently visited as Outpost No. 1.

Fortunately, everything inside was still there, and most of it was intact, especially the huge stone pot that was over two meters long. There was one at almost every outpost, as well as a few normal small stone pots.

This allows hunting teams to choose different sized stone pots to cook according to the number of people, and they don't have to worry about not having enough tools when they go out.

As soon as the dozen or so people arrived at the second stronghold, they started working on their own initiative. Even their leader, Jing, didn't rest and went out to clear out the surrounding dangers first.

Unlike Outpost One, Outpost Two is not frequently occupied and spends more time idle, making it more likely that powerful wild beasts will appear in the surrounding area.

To avoid being attacked by wild beasts, Chief Jing must find them first and attack them.

Young Ge was assigned to cook... This was based on strength; the stronger one was, the more dangerous the missions they would be assigned, such as when the leader, Jing, would lead his men to actively search for wild animals in the surrounding area.

The weaker you are, the more you have to stay in a safer place, such as cooking inside the No. 2 base where you don't have to go out.

Young Gobi is decent in strength compared to other young tribesmen, but against those with over a decade of hunting experience, he's practically a complete novice.

They weren't even allowed to go out into the caves to fetch water.

Each outpost will have a water source nearby, and there will also be a special water storage tank inside the outpost. People will be staying at Outpost No. 2 for at least ten days, so we must make sure that there is a sufficient supply of water, firewood and other necessities.

There is no one in the tribe who doesn't know how to cook—after all, cooking is just about getting food cooked.

Even if it's half-cooked, the tribe members can still eat it. Under these conditions, who wouldn't know how to cook?

Young Ge lived with Jiang Luoluo for a few days. Although he didn't understand the purpose of the cubs' behavior, he did learn a little about food handling.

Light the fire, set up the stone pot, and feel the bottom of the pot slowly heat up. Young Ge then threw a piece of white meat into the pot.

The tribesmen cooking alongside him were about to add water to the pot, but young Ge stopped them, offering a dry explanation, "It tastes better this way."

The tribespeople hesitated for a moment, but remembering the fruit paste that the young man Ge had brought, they swallowed hard and chose to believe him, "Alright."

The white chunk of meat was a large piece of fat that young Ge had cut off from the black bear. He remembered that when the cub made sweet soup before, he liked to select the white part of the meat chunk, put it in the pot, and cook it until it sizzled.

While he was processing the black bear carcass, he noticed a lot of white chunks of meat on the bear's body, so he casually cut off a piece, which will come in handy now that it's in the pot.

However, traveling in a hurry, there was no time to pick any fruits or wild vegetables, so he couldn't cook a pot of sweet soup like a cub. Fortunately, young Ge had already made a plan.

I peeled off the outer skin and scales of several headless snakes, cut them into small pieces, and washed them with clean water—I learned this from the cubs, who always wash food thoroughly several times before preparing it.

Seeing that the white meat chunks in the pot had turned into sizzling liquid, young Ge poured the snake meat chunks in all at once and stirred them a few times in the hot oil.

Soon, a strange aroma wafted out—the smell of fried food was irresistible—and the eyes of the tribesmen watching from the side widened instantly.

Not knowing how to cook the young man Ge, I hesitated for a moment, and then added water when I felt it was about right.

"What kind of method is this?" The tribesman pulled the young man Ge and asked, the aroma just now was just too tempting.

“I don’t know, but I saw Luo do it this way,” the young man, Ge, answered honestly. “When she does it, the food tastes really good.”

"What's delicious?" Chief Jing walked into the cave, with his tribesmen carrying a three-meter-tall Li Cat behind him. The Li Cat was not as big as other animals, but it had a strong hunting ability. It had extremely strong reaction speed and could hunt prey one to two times its own size, making it a local tyrant.

However, this kind of prey, which is fast and strong but weak in defense, is not a problem at all when encountered head-on, and it is dealt with in a short time.

Actually, it was because the smart cat saw this group of humans and thought they were too small to pose any threat to it. This arrogance led to the smart cat's problem. Most of the smart cat's opponents were prey several times larger than itself, so it's normal for it to look down on humans who are no more than two meters tall.

Thus, it became prey for humans.

Before the young man could answer, the tribesman recounted what he had just done, emphasizing how delicious the aroma was, so delicious that he was still drooling.

"Oh?" Chief Jing glanced at the young man Ge, then remembered the dazed cub in front of him.

I definitely need to see him when I get back.

The snake soup was quickly cooked, and the tribesmen who had gone to chop wood and fetch water returned one after another, bringing with them some edible wild vegetables and fruits they had seen along the way.

Young Ge selected some to add to the seasoning, and served everyone a bowl of snake soup, each bowl filled with chunks of snake meat.

After all, we encountered quite a few snakes along the way; even if we didn't catch them all, we still caught more than ten.

The main dish was still roasted meat, but no one cared about it anymore in front of the snake soup.

The snake meat, stir-fried in oil, emitted an aroma unlike anything they had ever smelled before, and the broth, with a layer of oil floating on top, immediately attracted everyone's attention.

It's like eating boiled chicken breast for months while dieting, and then suddenly eating stir-fried chicken slices. Even though it's still low in oil and salt, just the taste alone makes you feel happy.

Moreover, these people in the tribe have eaten boiled meat almost their entire lives, so the feeling is even more shocking.

Even the chieftain was so engrossed in the novel flavor that he didn't come back to his senses for a long time—the problem was that it seemed to be just a very simple cooking method.

There are many stories passed down in the tribe, and some of these stories contain evil elements. It's hard for Chief Jing not to associate the cub Luo's behavior with these things, but all of this seems to be without any problem.

"Try something else." The leader gave the order without hesitation. He wanted to see if this was due to the cub, or if it was always like this, but no one had ever noticed it before.

Several stone pots were set up, and different kinds of prey were fried in turn. No matter what they were, after being fried, they all emitted a strange aroma.

Even wild vegetables taste better after being fried.

However, not all meat can produce that sizzling liquid; it has to be large, white meat. Chief Jing's suspicions about the cub Luo were largely dispelled.

A dozen or so tribespeople, clutching their bloated stomachs and burping, asked their chieftain, Jing, "Hiccup... Chieftain, shall we eat more? I can't eat anymore..."

"Me too... hiccup..."

"I'm not eating anymore... *burp*." Chief Jing waved his hand, and before he finished waving, he also burped.