After entering the bird tribe, I want to farm

Time flies, and it's time to eat hot pot.

The Baiwu family has been busy since the morning, moving the ingredients to the new house one after another.

It was not evening yet, but the hot pot guests had already arrived one after another, and everyone brought gifts to Bai Wu, with enthusiastic smiles on their faces.

Bai Wu expressed his gratitude and welcome to everyone.

It was the first time for Bai Wu to host such a large-scale dinner party. He entertained the guests not very skillfully, but he didn't feel awkward or awkward at all.

Every clansman who came was like a family member, even the greetings were very cordial.

Bai Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

He divided the blanched bird meat into large earthenware pots filled with boiling water, and when the earthenware pots were taken out, the bottom of the pot was boiled, and it could be eaten after adding vegetables.

After Bai Wu finished dividing, she turned to look for his brother, asking him to help with the bottom of the pot.

He turned around and realized that his brother had gone to entertain the guests.

Kishi took every guest who came to see the house, even though he had already done it five or six times.

Every time he is still in high spirits, never tired of it.

Standing far away, Bai Wu could hear his high-spirited voice, "This house is mine! Yes! We will officially move in tomorrow. I also think it's very beautiful..."

The guests gathered around him in a dignified manner, and all let out exclamations of wonder.

Although many guests followed him to visit more than once.Still very supportive every time.

Bai Wu was looking at his brother, with a smile on his face.

"Hey! Wu!"

Bai Wu felt someone tap her on the shoulder, but when she turned around, it was the young Asian orc man from the tribe, "Xi, are you here?"

The sub-orcs all had enthusiastic smiles on their faces, chatting with Bai Wu in a hurry.

"It's been a while, you made it so beautiful here."

"It smells so good, what to eat?"

"Let us help you. Are you going to put these large earthenware pots on the improvised stove?"

"Yes, put it on and start cooking."

After the sub-beast people understood it clearly, they helped Bai Wu take out the big clay pot, and started to light the fire again.

They are all experienced hands, and they lit the fire in a short while.

The soup in the pottery pot boiled away, and the fragrance wafted all over the mountain. People standing around chatting probed their brains, wanting to see what was so fragrant.

With their help, the hot pot was quickly prepared.

"It's time to eat—" Bai Wu called out, calling everyone to sit down.

The Asian orcs came to help serve the dishes again.

This time Bai Wu was not polite to them.

"This big plate is crocodile meat, and this big plate is fierce meat. The meat is mainly these two kinds. When you serve the dishes, put a plate next to each pot. Bird eggs, mushrooms, noodles, and purple roots are also served every day. Put a plate next to each pot. Put the remaining ingredients here first, and add more to whichever pot is not enough.”

Bai Wu told the Asian orc friends about the hot pot arrangement tonight, showing her white teeth, "I'm sorry to trouble everyone."

"No trouble. Wu, what do you want to do after serving the dishes?"

"No need. Thank you for your hard work, take it over and take a good rest."

It was the first time that so many people came to the hilltop of Baiwu's house. Everyone stood and talked together in twos and threes, or sat by the hot pot and waited to be seated.

Baiwu is making sauces in the kitchen.

This time he prepared five kinds of sauces, namely salt, scallion oil, chopped green onion, sour fruit sauce, meat sauce made from Henttuynia cordata and Jiji grass.

There are many people in the tribe, and he has prepared a large jar of each sauce.

At that time, whoever wants any sauce can directly scoop it into his own bowl with a public spoon.

Bai Wu lowered her head, concentrating on scooping up the meat sauce, and suddenly smelled a faint fragrance from her nose.

Ok?

Nan Yao is here?

Bai Wu looked up and saw Nan Yao was indeed by the door, "You're here? You can sit at our table later."

Nan Yao stood by the door, "I thought you were still angry."

Bai Wu stopped what she was doing, looked up at him, with grievances written all over her face, "You're not angry? You deliberately avoided me when I sent Chang Mao Meng yesterday."

"No."

"Who are you lying to? You still say no, do you dare to swear by the beast god while holding your heart?"

Nan Yao's eyes flashed, "Is your sauce ready? I'll take it out."

"Don't change the subject, my lord priest!" Bai Wu took a step closer and lifted his chin slightly, "Have you calmed down yet?"

"Why are you so angry? If you are really angry, I won't give you a long-haired Meng."

Bai Wu looked at his expression for a moment, "Then help me take out the chopped green onions first."

"Anything else?"

"No, I'll make you hot pot dipping sauce later."

Nan Yao didn't speak, and went out directly with a jar filled with chopped green onions.

Bai Wu gave a low laugh and shook her head.

"Master Priest?!" Mo's voice came, "How can I let you carry the jar? Let me do it."

"There's more in there."

Bai Wu heard his father and Nan Yao's conversation, looked up, and saw his father hurried in from the kitchen door, scolding: "Wu, how can you let the priest carry the pot?"

"My lord priest insisted on helping me. Father, didn't you take the pot in his hand?"

"He just escaped." Mo lowered his voice and told his son, "Call us if you have something to do, don't let the priest do the work."

"I didn't let it go either, he took it himself."

"He can't do it himself, you stop him, you say that the priest should listen."

"...Father, do you have any misunderstanding about my relationship with the priest?"

The father and son spoke in a low voice in the kitchen.

Kishi raised his voice, "Wu, is it ready, your hot pot seems to be ready to eat."

"It's coming—" Bai Wu stopped talking, and stuffed the meat sauce in his hand into Mo's hand, "Father, help me take it out first."

Bai Wu followed Mo out with a salt jar in her hand, stood on the long table with seasonings, and showed everyone how to eat hot pot and how to match the dipping sauces.

Someone tried to match the dipping sauce according to the method he said, and he was full of praise after tasting it.

The sun hasn't set yet.

The people of Baiwu tribe surrounded the hot pot, talking and laughing while eating the hot pot.

There are young people who eat from one pot to another, and wherever there is a dish they like to eat, they will go to which pot to eat.

The elders who sat firmly by the pot didn't mind at all, and would cheerfully greet the younger generation when the dishes were cooked.

The young people walked and walked, not knowing how to sing and dance.

The birds and beasts are good at singing and dancing, and their singing voices attract the echoes of nearby wild birds, and their dancing postures are even more pleasing to the eye.

Slowly, some elders also stood up and danced.

Everyone surrounded the pot, held hands, and jumped happily.

Bai Wu's limbs were uncoordinated in two lifetimes.

He was sitting by the pot, drinking bird soup cheerfully.

An orc nearby called him, "Wu!"

"Ah?" Bai Wu looked up.

The orc took the soup in his hand and put it on the ground next to him, pulled him up by the hand, and said enthusiastically, "Come dance!"

Before Bai Wu could refuse, she was surrounded by young people and danced.

There are so many orcs and sub-orcs in the tribe, his dancing posture is the most clumsy, his limbs are stuck, and the children next to him are better than him.

Everyone looked at him and laughed.

Bai Wu didn't care, and turned around in a normal way, "I just said I don't know how to do it, come on, come on, you jump, I'll sit back."

"It doesn't matter, just dance and you'll be familiar with it." A sub-orc man stopped him, "Come again, you just dance less."

The people next to him let out a good-natured laugh.

As a priest, Nanyao had the highest status, and even the patriarch of the Bai tribe, Ya, had to sit beside him, so naturally no one dared to trouble him.

Nan Yao is one of the few young people who sits in front of the hot pot and drinks soup instead of dancing.

He was looking at Bai Wutiao, when a voice suddenly came from his ear, "He is so cute!"

Nan Yao turned to look.

It was a young orc in front of the pot next door who spoke.

The orc's eyes were all white, and he didn't even notice that the priest was looking at him.

Nan Yao's eyes darkened, and she called out, "Wu."

Everyone was singing and dancing by the fire, the scene was very noisy, but Bai Wu heard someone calling him immediately.

He looked back and found that it was Nan Yao, and hurriedly waved at the Asian orc man in front of him, signaling that he was going back to sit.

Bai Wu walked back to the fire and sat down.

Nan Yao looked at the orc who had just sighed from the corner of his eye.

The orc's eyes followed Bai Wu's steps, and when he sat down, his expression was a bit disappointed.

"Why did you ask me?" Bai Wu touched Nan Yao's leg, leaned forward, and asked in a low voice.

Nan Yao looked away calmly, "I want to ask if you will go fishing tomorrow? I found a particularly good place."

"Just the two of us?"

"Who else do you want, no one will be comfortable going out with me."

Bai Wu also thought about it, "What kind of fish are you fishing? Is it big? The fishing rod I made is not very useful. If it is a big fish, I have to change the hook and line."

"I have an extra pair of fishing rods, just bring the bait and come here."

"Then I'll bring some earthworms to you tomorrow. By the way, I left some green root dregs when I washed the green root powder. I just take it to make a nest tomorrow."

All Bai Wu's mind has been absorbed by fishing.

He hadn't gone fishing for a long time.

There are fish in the fish cage, but they are all small fish, and almost no big fish can be seen.

Bai Wu was full of confidence, "I'm good at fishing, if I catch a fish tomorrow, I'll share half of it with you."

"I can't cook."

"It's easy to say, we live so close, I'll just cook it for you, so you don't have to start a fire. Didn't you find ginger for me? I'll steam fish for you tomorrow."

The two of them lowered their voices and talked closer, and they couldn't even hear the cliff sitting next to them.

Ya tried to interject several times, but finally managed to interject when there was a gap between them chatting, "My lord priest, what are you talking about?"

"Let's say we'll go fishing tomorrow." Bai Wu talked about his hobby, his eyes lit up, and his tone was very friendly, "Master Priest said that he found a good fishing spot."

Ya opened his mouth, "What's so good about catching fish? Autumn is a good time to catch wild animals. Now the wild animals are fat and big. Even if you can't finish them, they are especially delicious when used to make bacon."

Bai Wu shook his head, this big brother is really good at talking to death.

The priest said: "Fishing is also good, and the fish are fat now."

"That is, the fish have grown for a year. If you go fishing now, you may catch a lot of big fish. Then it's settled. I'll finish my breakfast early tomorrow and fly to your side to find you."

"It's better for me to come to you. It's more convenient for me to fly down from the mountain."

"That's fine, I'll bring you an extra wooden pier tomorrow, and we'll sit and fish."