Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 492 Eagle's Thoughts

Compared to the bitter, sour, and various flavorful wild vegetable dumplings, the sweet corn cakes are naturally more popular.

Not only the tribespeople in the nomadic settlement, but even the Dongsang tribe members who had just arrived in the Snow Moon tribe were equally amazed by how delicious the Snow Moon tribe's food was.

"This is a unique food of our tribe, made from a fruit found in the forest. Would you like to try some?"

Inside the spacious house, before the Dongsang tribe members could recover from the sturdy and beautiful dwelling, several pure-human females carried in wooden planks in their original shapes.

On one of the wooden boards was still sizzling, fragrant roasted meat, while on the other board were golden-yellow foods the size of an orc's palm, with wisps of enticing sweet aroma rising with the steam.

Although the Dongsang tribe occasionally eats roasted meat, they cut their prey into larger pieces.

Larger pieces of meat require more skill in grilling and controlling the heat, but the Dongsang tribe does not have this skill. Therefore, most of their grilled meat is charred, with the outside burnt while the inside remains uncooked.

Of course, this is true for most tribes in the world. They struggle to make ends meet every day, and it's good enough if they can eat their fill. They really don't have much time to study how to make food more delicious.

So when they saw that the roasted meat wasn't black and was emitting a rich aroma, they couldn't help but swallow hard.

But to the orc and Eaglefly's surprise, Tengkun, an orc warrior, did not first introduce the fragrant roasted meat, but rather the golden-yellow food piled on another piece of wood.

“These are cornbreads that only our tribe knows how to make. You are very lucky. This food is very precious. We can only make some during this time of year. If we wait any longer, there won’t be any left.”

With his honest and simple face, Teng Kun boasted, his expression sincere, even tinged with envy, as if the cornbread placed in front of them was a very precious food to him.

Seeing his appearance, the two could no longer resist and immediately reached out to take a cornbread from the wooden board. The warm and soft texture made them feel as if they were holding a baby bird or beast.

But the sweet aroma became even more pronounced as the distance between them increased.

"Beast God, this food is absolutely delicious."

Compared to Yingfei's caution, the orc warrior who was already drooling with envy took a big bite the moment he picked up the cornbread.

The unique aroma and sweet taste of the food filled his mouth, causing the strong man from the Dongsang tribe to exclaim in surprise.

He turned to look at Yingfei, who was staring at him in surprise, and chuckled before reaching for the cornbread on the wooden board with his dark hand once more.

“Eagle Fly, I remember you don’t like sweet things, so teach me how to make these tortillas.”

This orc warrior, who had previously seemed somewhat simple-minded, started using his not-so-developed brain when faced with food. After saying "I'm doing this for your own good" with a look of ecstatic joy, he began to devour the food.

While Yingfei, also a member of the Dongsang tribe, was shocked by the shamelessness of his own tribesman, the orc warrior had already devoured half a cornbread in three bites.

Eagle came to his senses and looked at the empty wooden plank on one side. He stretched out his long arms and gathered the remaining cornbread in front of him: "Even if I don't eat it myself, I can share some with the other tribesmen."

After carefully putting away the sweet-smelling cornbread, Yingfei looked up at Tengkun and asked, "The rest of our tribe probably don't have this food, right?" Tengkun nodded and replied, "That's natural. Because cornbread is so precious, only the gathering teams that collect the most fruit and the hunting teams that get the most food are able to get some cornbread each day in our tribe."

Even Yingfei, who doesn't like sweets, became very interested in the cornbread in his hand. He finally took a bite, and the soft and sweet taste made his mouth water. The sweetness of the cornbread was not as cloying as that of fruit, but rather made him want to eat more.

Now, under the watchful eyes of the orc warriors and Teng Kun, even Ying Fei, who was usually quite deep-thinking, couldn't help but eat three cornbreads before stopping.

Looking at the few remaining cornbreads on the wooden board, he gave a slightly embarrassed dry laugh: "This food was so delicious, and I don't even feel that hungry anymore after eating it."

Teng Kun proudly raised his head: "Of course. The precious thing about this food is that after eating it, it's like eating meat, and you won't feel hungry anymore."

This is something that, like meat, can serve as a staple food for the tribe!
The orc and Eaglefly exchanged a secret glance, and their gazes toward the golden pancakes were no longer those of ordinary food.

After staying with the two for a while longer, Teng Kun got up and left.

Inside the house, the orc warrior and Eagle Fly sat there, eating their roasted meat, their minds filled with many thoughts.

"If the poison in the old chieftain's body can be removed, our Dongsang tribe will also compete for that spot this year."

Yingfei held a cornbread in his hand, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

No matter where you are, food is always the most important thing; there is no tribe that does not lack food.

So, if they could obtain the Snowmoon tribe's method for making cornbread...
Compared to the precious herbs and animal hides offered by other tribes, they were certain to secure that spot.

At that time, the Dongsang tribe will be the only tribe in this forest with a gold-tier orc warrior, and even the Xueyue tribe, which has four orc warriors, will no longer be their match.

But as the saying goes, ideals are lofty, but reality is harsh.

"You're dreaming. Do you think the Snowmoon Tribe would let us have such important food? Besides, they have four orc warriors and a noble shaman, while we only have a few of us. Who will go first or me?"

The bubble of idealism was instantly burst by the orc warrior. Eagle Fly glared at him fiercely: "You'd better shut up. Can't I think about it?"

In the face of absolute strength, all underhanded tactics are unacceptable.

In the end, he could only sigh, but a seed of hope was planted in his heart.

Without glancing at the wretched thing beside him again, he got up and walked outside: "I'll give the rest of these cornbreads to the other tribesmen to try."

As night slowly fell, in the caves of the vagrant settlement, the tribesmen went from being full of hope to being filled with fear and anxiety.

They didn't even dare to light a fire, but huddled together in the deepest part of the cave, their eyes filled with fear and unease as they looked at the huge rock at the cave entrance.

(End of this chapter)