Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 348 The orc's physique is top-notch.
There were ancient beliefs about gods and ghosts. Although Yuan Lang was shocked, he believed it, after all, the facts were right in front of him.

He took the small animal hide package from Wu Yue and said, "Don't let anyone else see this ability."

Wu Yue nodded awkwardly: "I just forgot for a moment that I didn't bring my little basket."

After saying that, he pointed directly to the small animal skin bag in the orc's hand and said, "This is the reward the shaman gave me after we found food last time. I don't need something like the beast core, so you can have it."

Yuan Lang accepted it without hesitation. In his heart, once he became strong, he would protect the little female.

Moreover, having learned an important secret about the little female, the orc's lips were curled up for several days in a row, showing that he was in a very good mood.

The rainy season continues, and as the days go by, the rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Wu Yue couldn't help but worry about the taro she had stored in the back mountain. Although the back mountain hadn't been flooded, it was hard to say whether the taro would get damp and spoil if the heavy rain continued. After all, she still had some doubts about the cellar she had dug out on her first attempt.

The more he thought about it, the more restless he became, and he got up and walked towards Yuan Lang's cave.

"Yuan Lang, are you there?"

Her voice had barely faded when the orc's voice came from behind her: "I'm here."

Wu Yue was startled and quickly turned around. Sure enough, she saw the orc wiping the sweat off his body while smiling at her.

Looking at the orcs who were shirtless and sweating, and herself who was wrapped in several layers of animal hides and still shivering, Wu Yue felt inexplicably sad.

Yuan Lang gestured for him to come in: "Come in."

The orc's cave was very clean and simple, with only a grass nest and a few pieces of animal hide in the corner.

The animal hide was placed on a wooden frame, perhaps to protect it from moisture.

The cave wasn't very big; you could see it all at a glance.

"Why are you sweating so much? Be careful not to catch a cold."

Yuan Lang chuckled: "Naturally, it's to strengthen my body. I'm going to become the strongest beastman in this world."

Seeing his confident expression, Wu Yue couldn't help but grin.

The cave wasn't very big, and the two were quite close together. The heat emanating from the orc's body made Wu Yue feel hot too.

It has to be said that Yuan Lang's physique is truly top-notch. His muscles are firm and powerful, yet not overly bulky. It's definitely the kind of physique that someone likes the most.

"Your lips are wet."

The orc's smiling voice rang in my ears.

The little female, her eyes wide with surprise, subconsciously raised her hand to wipe her mouth, only to find it dry to the touch.

Turning his head, he was met with the orc's mocking and smiling gaze.

Even someone as thick-skinned as Wu Yue blushed.

He immediately looked away, coughed twice, and said, "The taro we harvested earlier is still in the cellar. I want to go and check on the situation there."

He then frowned and said, "It's been raining for so many days now, and this is the first time we've built a cellar. If it gets damp inside, the taro will spoil."

Yuan Lang nodded, dried his hair, walked to a corner, took out a fur coat and put it on: "Let's go, I'll go with you to take a look."

Wu Yue nodded, and the two of them put on the straw clothes they had woven earlier and ran towards the cellar area not far away.

The cellar was still guarded by orc warriors, and everyone took turns living in the previously built houses, which were well-stocked with firewood and food and were quite warm.

Upon seeing two figures coming from the large cave, the orc warrior guarding the cellar quickly put on his grass clothes and came out.

"Wu Yue? Yuan Lang? How did you two manage to come here in such heavy rain?"

Wu Yue smiled and said, "I wanted to get some taro from the cellar to make some delicious food, so I asked Yuan Lang to come with me."

The orc warrior nodded, then laughed and said, "You could have just sent the slaves over to tell them. Why did you have to come over yourself? It would be bad if you got sick."

Despite saying that, he still led the two of them toward a cellar on the side.

They stopped at the outermost cellar and said, "We've been eating the taro in this cellar all along. I'll go down and get some for you."

Wu Yue laughed and said, "Let me go down there once too. I haven't been down there since it was built and the taro was put in."

The orc chuckled as he moved the stone slab above the cellar aside: "Since those going down are all orcs or orc warriors, we didn't prepare anything to step on."

After saying that, he scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

Wu Yue smiled and said, "It's alright. Yuan Lang is going down anyway, so I can just have him pick me up."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Lang didn't hesitate and stepped forward, leaping into the cellar.

Then he stretched out his hand and said, "Just jump down, I'll catch you."

Seeing this, the orc beside him gave a meaningful smile, which made Wu Yue blush.

But thinking about the problems he was worried about, he still jumped into the cellar.

A third of the cellar had been emptied, presumably by the male that guarded it.

The remaining taro looked quite fresh, and even the cellar walls were dry, without the dampness she had worried about.

This made her breathe a huge sigh of relief.

"How's it going? Are you okay?"

Yuan Lang had been into the cellars of ordinary people's homes before, but he was hiding from pursuers at the time, and he only took a quick look. Although there were some easily stored foods there, the space was far less spacious than here.

After filling the basket he brought with him and handing it to the orc warrior above, Yuan Lang jumped up with the little female in his arms.

Wu Yue's heart tightened, and a million grass mud horses galloped through her mind.

This cellar is at least as tall as an average orc, right? You jumped up over two meters high? And you were carrying someone in your arms?

Why don't you just fly to the sky? Wu Yue, who had been put down, felt her legs trembling.

"I never knew you could be so cowardly?"

Yuan Lang found the little female's timid appearance quite amusing.

Upon hearing this, the system burst into maniacal laughter from the shadows: "That's right, that's right, what you saw was absolutely correct. The dog host is just a coward with the smallest of courage."

Sensing Tongzi's thoughts, Wuyue immediately brought up the panel and prepared to deduct all of its pocket points. However, when she saw that there were very few points left in the balance, she decisively gave up her idea.

No wonder Tongzi has been acting like she's going through menopause these past few days. She starts arguing whenever she does something wrong. Apparently, she's broke and has given up.

The two returned to the cave with a whole basket of taro on their backs. The females around them curiously gathered around: "Yue, what is this in your basket? Good heavens, isn't this just a clod of dirt that makes you itch and hurt when you touch it?" Soon, someone among the onlookers recognized it.

Wu Yue nodded: "This is called taro. When we come into contact with the juice of raw taro, we feel very itchy and uncomfortable, but it's fine after cooking or baking it."

As she spoke, she used a stick to pry open the fire beside her and buried a few taro roots inside.

The rest were taken by Yuan Lang to the pool to be washed clean.

"Cut it into pieces for me," Wu Yue said with a bright, grinning smile.

Yuan Lang narrowed her eyes. No one in the entire tribe knew the effects of taro juice better than her. The little female was afraid to cut it herself, so she let him do it.

However, the orc was happy to pamper the little female he liked, and with a light laugh, he carried away a whole basket of taro.

Wu Yue watched the orc's departing figure with a puzzled look. What was he doing?
But he soon found out.

When Yuan Lang arrived carrying a whole basket of diced taro, the screams of pain from the Poison Scorpion Tribe orcs at the cave entrance could practically echo throughout the entire cave.

Wu Yue looked at him with amusement: "Is this what you call 'better to die than die'?"

Yuan Lang raised an eyebrow: "As a prisoner, you can't just eat and sleep all day long."

Having said that, he sat down on a stone covered with a straw mat: "Besides, I just gave them a piece of ginger."

Wu Yue silently lit a candle for the Poison Scorpion Tribe orcs.

But that smile of sympathy lasted for less than three seconds before she instantly forgot about it.

Because the oil in the stone pot got hot.

Pour the previously sliced ​​meat into the stone pot and stir-fry. The fat is quickly rendered out and sizzles in the pot.

Add some of the previously prepared fruits and seasonings, then add water and simmer.

As the water in the pot boiled, the aroma of meat quickly filled the cave.

The tribespeople got up and walked out of the cave with a mix of sweetness and annoyance. The pleasant smell meant that Wuyue must be making some delicious food again.

Thinking back to the rainy seasons of the past when animal hides and food were scarce, I suddenly felt that I had really wasted this rainy season.

As the tribespeople gradually emerged, they indeed saw Wu Yue cooking something at the largest stove, surrounded by a circle of females who were studying.

The female beastmen sat on the outer perimeter, just like the beastmen, drooling over the aroma of meat.

The orcs and pure-human females who were watching had already learned quite a bit.

The female beastmen looked at the half-beasts and pure-human females gathered around the pot and felt a pang of envy.

Unfortunately, for some reason, the female orc warriors, whose combat strength is just as formidable as the orc warriors themselves, seem to have been abandoned by the Beast God when it comes to cooking; they just can't seem to get the hang of it.

The food they made could be described as the culinary nightmare of the orc world.

Estimating that it was about the right time, Wu Yue poured in the taro that made the tribesmen turn pale at the sight of it, and put the lid back on to stew it.

As the simmering sound resumed, the aroma of meat mixed with taro wafted through the air once more, and the sounds of people swallowing their saliva filled the air again.

Yuan Lang, who was sitting by the pot with a bowl in his hand, buried his handsome face in the steam rising from the pot, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Is it not ready yet?"

It was rare to see him like this, so Wu Yue chuckled and lifted the pot lid, using a spoon to scoop a piece of taro and a piece of meat into his stone bowl: "Try it and see if it's ready."

The meat and taro in the bowl were steaming hot. Yuan Lang's eyes lit up, and he picked up his chopsticks and stuffed them into his mouth.

The savory, tender meat, mixed with the flavors of various seasonings, fruits, and spices added to the pot, lost all its gamey taste. One bite was enough to make the orc squint his eyes.

The taro, having absorbed the meat broth from the pot, also developed a strong meaty flavor and a soft texture, making it very suitable for older members of the tribe and young children.

For orcs and young people, meat is naturally more appealing.

"How is it?" Wu Yue asked the orc with some anticipation.

The surrounding clansmen responded with a series of synchronized swallowing sounds.

Yuan Lang raised the bowl in his hand to the side of the pot: "It's ready."

The meaning couldn't be clearer. Wu Yue, both amused and exasperated, served him a bowl first, only to see the orc put the previous bowl of taro stewed with meat aside and bring over another stone bowl: "Mine."

"That bowl from just now?"

The orc's expression was utterly natural: "Yours."

The little female had shared the food she had prepared with the tribe members, so she didn't get much for herself. It would be better to save some for herself.

Yuan Lang, satisfied, carried two bowls of stewed meat and made way for the pot. Two orc warriors squeezed in naturally, grinning broadly with their white teeth: "Witch and ours."

The two always did this: whenever they came to serve food to the shaman, they would bring an extra stone bowl, and the two of them would share one bowl, which they did very conscientiously.

The remaining food was distributed among the families by the grandmothers in the tribe.

Anyway, everyone got to taste it, and it was only at this point that everyone realized that the clod of dirt that made people feel itchy, painful, and uncomfortable was actually a delicious food.

In the following days, after learning about the existence of taro from Wu Yue, the clansmen successively visited the cellar in the back mountain, and the stock inside began to decrease at a visible rate.

The orcs responsible for guarding the taro were somewhat stunned by their people's crazy love for it, and inexplicably felt that their guarding duties might end prematurely.

"Dog host, haven't you been a bit too lethargic these past few days? All you do is eat, and you haven't made any progress on the task of getting the iron pincers."

On this day, Wu Yue, who had eaten and drunk her fill, was lying in the grass nest in the cave digesting when Tongzi's disgusted voice suddenly rang out, followed by an attack from a fat leg.

Watching the blue cat slapping her with its chubby paws, Wu Yue sighed comfortably: "Don't stop the massage."

System: "!!!"

Oh ho! You dog host, what do you take me for? A salt crystal beast-shaped massager?

He immediately removed his chubby little paws from his dog host's hooves.

Wu Yue sighed in disappointment as the chubby paws moved away. Without any points to keep, the system seemed to have returned to the difficult state it had been in before.

He shrugged and said, "I also want to get some iron-pincer bugs, but since the last iron-pincer bug attack, no iron-pincer bugs have appeared. The area below the mountain is flooded, and I have nowhere to look for them."

Looking at her somewhat lazy host, the little beast face beneath its furry hides a hint of seriousness. Perhaps the leisurely life she's been living lately has made her relax, and she seems to have lost her intelligence.

However, it didn't verbally warn anything it was thinking of. In this beast world, danger is the least of its worries, and without the awareness to be prepared for danger at any time, the consequences would be dire.
(End of this chapter)