In the beast world, I got rich and became the favorite of the group

Chapter 14 Image Destruction
No, rather than underestimating it, it would be better to say that he, like other orcs in the tribe, had always been at the wrong stage in his understanding of this female.

In the past, the orcs in the tribe thought this female was weak, autistic and stupid.

Ling Hong never paid much attention to her, so he believed these rumors to be true.

However, through this period of getting along with her, his original deep-rooted impression of her has undergone an earth-shaking reversal.

Ling Hong got up suddenly and walked towards her, "My injury is almost healed."

An Jin on the side was gesturing at the pheasant's corpse with a stone blade in mid-air, without looking back, but humming lightly.

In the middle of the room stood a piece of marble with a smooth surface. An Jin placed the pheasant on it, determined the best position for dissection, and when he was about to do it, a slender bony hand appeared in front of him.

The stone blade in her hand was taken away.

"My injury is already healed. You don't need to collect herbs in the future, and you can leave these rough jobs to me."

Involuntary to distinguish, the man slipped the little female aside, and after mastering the control, he sat cross-legged beside the marble, raised the knife in his hand, and skillfully and neatly ripped open the pheasant's belly, the internal organs were mixed with dirt. Blood was poured out.

The whole process is smooth and smooth, crisp and neat, and the knife technique is proficient.

An Jin watched quietly for a while, his expression was worried at first, and he was relieved after making sure that his wound had healed. He couldn't help applauding his superb sword skills.

But idleness is also idleness. After watching for a while, An Jin couldn't help standing up again, and moved several stones from outside to the corner of the wall one after another.

Ling Hong couldn't help being distracted, and turned his head to look at her, doubts appeared in his green pupils, "?"

Why is she moving these stones?

But seeing that the female was serious and didn't seem like she was joking around, he withdrew his mind and left her alone.

While Ling Hong was handling the pheasant's feathers, he couldn't help but brush her off every minute.

The stone was heavy and heavy, and the female was thin and weak, so he was afraid that she would accidentally fall and hurt herself.

I saw the little female panting and moved four or five pieces of marble from the outside, and piled them on the corner of the wall, with a big gap between the stones.

She wiped the sweat off her face, but smiled happily, "Ling Hong, do you have firewood at home?"

"Have."

When his name was called, Ling Hong raised his ears, and immediately responded, "There are still some oil firewood I cut down in the warehouse."

At first, Ling Hong felt that An Jin's behavior was inexplicable, but after looking at it, she found that she put the firewood in the crevice of the stone, and after lighting the fire, she realized that she wanted to cook.

But to eat chicken, why start a stove?

Do you want to cook?
Is the chicken still boiled?

In their tribe, only meat like wild boar and beef that is not easy to chew will be boiled for ease of swallowing.

The pheasant meat is soft and has always been roasted. Although the roasted taste is very dry and hard, it can still be eaten. Some people in the tribe have tried to boil the chicken, but they can't grasp the strength and heat. Once the chicken is boiled, it will fester. , can only be thrown away unfortunately.

Food is very precious in the tribe, so the method of wasting physical energy, thankless, and wasting food like cooking chicken was eliminated by them.

Ling Hong thought she might not know, so he reminded her.

But the little female blinked her dark eyes, grinned brightly, patted her chest and assured her, "Trust me, the chicken soup I made will definitely satisfy you."

The words are sincere and affectionate.

Ling Hong, "..." Forget it, just waste it, it's just a pheasant left and right.

Anyway, his injury is healed, and he can start hunting tomorrow.

An Jin didn't know what was going on in his heart, just seeing that the man was silent and didn't speak, he thought that he believed in his own ability, so he smiled happily, and his motivation also increased steadily.

The small body swayed from side to side, weighed the large stone bowl with water, and lifted it on the stone stove.

"Guru Guru~"

The water boiled and splashed.

An Jin took the prepared pheasant from Ling Hong's hands, but unexpectedly did not throw the chicken directly into the pot.

She first rinsed the chicken again with clean water, washed it after confirmation, placed the chicken on a smooth marble, controlled the water from the head to the tail, barely chopped it into pieces with a stone blade, and blanched the blood from the chicken.

Then put some finger-sized fruits into the boiling pot.

Ling Hong recognized those small red fruits, which were very common in the forest, but the rumors were poisonous, and before he could stop them, An Jin had already thrown the small fruits into the pot.

"This is poisonous, you can't eat it."

Ling Hong was startled, and took a few steps with his long legs to pick up the stone pot, intending to dump the pot of soup.

An Jin quickly stopped him, "This is a red date, why can't I eat it?"

"red dates?"

Ling Hong was also taken aback, his furry wolf ears stood upright showing a trace of vigilance, but his eyes showed a bit of confusion on the contrary, "What are red dates?"

"Uh... that's the red fruit. I've eaten it before. It's delicious and not poisonous. I just named it. The red one is called jujube."

Ling Hong was dubious, and didn't know whether to stop her, but seeing how confident she was, maybe, she was really fine, right?

In fact, red dates are poisonous. I don't know where this rumor came from, and it has no real basis.

It's just that there are indeed many poisonous things in the animal world, and everyone is more vigilant, so no one is willing to eat such brightly colored fruits.

After An Jin put red dates in the stone bowl, he added chopped chicken and water, and brought a few leaves that were as big and thick as banana leaves.

"Crackling-"

Oil firewood is rich in fat, which is very easy to catch fire. The flame quickly spread to the bottom of the stone bowl and covered it.

About half an hour later, the little female ran out to find a few clean and slender branches, peeled off the leaves, and inserted them into the soft and golden chicken.

Ling Hong was lying on the side, poking his head and watching, his wolf ears were raised high, and an incredible light shone in his usually cold eyes.

In fact, the moment An Jin lifted the leaves, the aroma of meat permeated the entire stone house, and the instinct of carnivorous animals was instantly awakened.

His voice was a little impatient, "Are you ready?"

Ling Hong was lying on the side of the stone pot, his body was as straight as a bamboo, but his eyes were bright, and from time to time he couldn't wait to poke his head closer to smell it.

Very good, the image of Brother Gao Leng Lang has collapsed into outer space, and the more he looks, the more he looks like Erha.

An Jin secretly glanced at a certain man's wolf tail wagging from side to side, as if he didn't realize it, he was wagging his tail in a cold and restrained, ruthless and courteous manner...

Ok.

Very happy.

　2000, good night, let's vote.

　　Due to weather conditions, I still haven’t been able to change my status after 2 words, so I have to wait and sigh.

　　
　
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