Transmigrating to the Beast World and Raising Cubs with a Black Panther

The tall vegetation in the forest held a lot of water, and when the wind blew, it drizzled as if it were raining again. The grass, which reached up to the knees, was wet, and there were mud puddles at the bottom from time to time.

Fortunately, the stream was nearby, and the excitement of catching fish overshadowed the "difficult" environment. The group went barefoot, rolled up their trousers, and soon reached their destination.

The stream had already submerged the tall grass on both sides, and its current had increased considerably, crashing against the bluish-brown stones in the water and making a splashing sound.

Peeking into the stream, you can see fish and shrimp in the corners with the naked eye.

Bai Ze began searching for a suitable place to put the cage.

Dense aquatic plants, crevices between large rocks, backwaters in the stream... He finally pinpointed a few locations based on his childhood memories of catching fish with adults.

"Put a clump of minced meat and some mashed fruit inside the cage." Bai Ze bent down to demonstrate. "Then, like this, place the cage horizontally outwards."

Finally, use vines to tie the cage to a large rock or sturdy plant nearby.

Xi Hexing asked curiously, "So this way we can catch fish?"

"More or less." Bai Ze didn't dare to be too absolute, but he was still somewhat confident.

Upon hearing this, the group began to work in pairs, imitating him by placing the cages inside one by one.

As soon as it was set up, Xi stared intently at the cage, asking expectantly, "When will the fish come?"

"The fish won't dare come here if we stay," Bai Ze said with a smile. "We'll have to wait a while; we can come back this afternoon to collect the traps."

Yu Guangzhong suddenly spotted river clams at the bottom of the stream. Bai Ze was delighted, as he happened to have chili peppers at home, which would be perfect for stir-frying the river clam meat.

The people in the tribe didn't like to eat this kind of meat, but seeing Bai Ze's joy and his confident promise that he could make it delicious, the group bent down to pick it up.

Xing and Xi, in particular, immediately started eating after hearing the word "delicious".

While collecting river clams, the group also gathered a lot of snails, piling them up on a large rock on the bank, creating a large patch.

Since they didn't bring any bags, Qing and the others planned to go to the nearby woods to pick some large leaves to pack up the clams and snails.

His feet were freezing cold, and Bai Ze didn't want to go too far, so he casually looked around the stream and discovered a treasure.

Behind the damp slope, a large patch of perilla grew, its leaves still adorned with glistening water droplets, looking incredibly tempting, and even the air was filled with its fragrance.

He didn't care about the mud at this moment, and immediately ran over, bent down and started picking perilla leaves.

Because it was nearby, Bai Ze didn't pick too many at once, as he could come over anytime in the future. In addition, the whole perilla branches could be dried and stored in the shade, so he could get more to prepare before winter.

Seeing Bai Ze return with a leaf the size of his palm, Jue reminded him, "Father, this leaf is too small."

Bai Ze's eyes crinkled with delight as he introduced, "This is a wonderful new find of mine! It's perfect for grilled meat, grilled fish, and soup!"

Xing leaned closer and sniffed: "This is edible?"

Bai Ze asked with a smile, "Do you believe me or not?"

Upon hearing this, Qing and the others couldn't help but think of chili peppers, ginger, and wild onions. In short, Bai Ze seemed to have magic powers, always able to make incredibly delicious food from these strange-smelling or strange-tasting things.

Xing nodded: "I'd believe you if you told me now that stones can make delicious food."

Bai Ze laughed: "I can really make delicious food for you using stones."

Several people exclaimed in unison, "Really?"

"Haha, I'll make it for you guys when I have the chance."

While they were talking, Qing and Jue had already packed up the clams and snails. Since they didn't know how to cook them, they sent them all to Bai Ze's house, planning to have a feast that evening.

The sun has come out, and the temperature has risen a bit, making it feel warm and cozy on the skin.

Qing and Xing wanted to go home to air out their things, so they agreed to come over in the afternoon to help Bai Ze put away the cages.

After washing the mud off his body, Bai Ze sat on a stool and stared down at his feet.

On the way back, I felt some discomfort in the soles of my feet. When I looked down, sure enough, there were several small cuts. I don't know if they were from stones or branches.

It's not serious, but it hurts a bit when I walk on it.

After discussing the salt collection and exchange with the clan chief and the great shaman, Mo, Yan, and Si rushed back and saw the smoke rising from their own chimney from afar.

The entire tribe only had a stove in their cave at noon. Bai Ze cooked delicious food, and Mo and Jue had good appetites, so they gradually got used to three meals a day.

Bai Ze cut some pork belly and tenderloin, as well as some beef and mutton, and divided them into two parts. One half was marinated with wild onions, ginger, fruit, salt, and a suitable amount of honey, while the other half was marinated with chopped chili peppers.

The stone slab heats up quickly on the stove. He brushed a layer of oil on it, then slowly placed the meat in and flipped it over.

Jue, meanwhile, was keeping track of the cooking time.

"You're back." Bai Ze glanced at Mo at the door and said with a smile, "Just in time for dinner."

Mo noticed the two stone basins at the cave entrance: "Why are there so many black shells?"

"And what is that small thing?"

Bai Ze: "I saw some by the stream today, so I picked some to use for stir-frying tonight."

"The smaller ones are edible too; I call them snails."

Mo walked over: "Do you need any help?"

As they spent more time together, Bai Ze lost his initial "fear" when asking Mo to do things, and sometimes even subconsciously started to "order" him around.

Mo Ye seemed to have never refused Bai Ze's requests or any other demands.

In short, Mo is currently a near-perfect roommate in Bai Ze's mind.

Bai Ze then fried some mushrooms and wild vegetables: "The leaves on the stone slab need to be washed."

"Okay." Mo rolled up his sleeves, put the perilla leaves into the basin, carried it to the edge of the pool, and began to wash them carefully.

The three of them didn't go to the stone table. When it comes to grilling meat, you have to grill it and eat it at the same time to really enjoy it.

Bai Ze picked up a perilla leaf, put a sizzling piece of pork belly inside, added a wild scallion, wrapped it up, and handed it to Mo: "Try it and see if it's good."

Mo took it and popped it into his mouth. With one bite, the unique fragrance of the leaves and the oil from the roasted meat, mixed with the refreshing spiciness of the wild onions, was simply a feast for the taste buds.

"It's delicious." As someone who eats meat all year round, Mo immediately fell in love with this way of eating and quickly got the hang of it.

Bai Ze made another one for Jue. The child's taste was exactly the same as his beast father's, and he loved it too.

In the beginning, Mo was mainly responsible for grilling the meat, but after Bai Ze had eaten most of it, he mainly took over "serving" him.

This scene involuntarily reminded Bai Ze of the days when he went out to eat barbecue buffets with his friends. Every time, towards the end of the meal, everyone would scramble for the meat and put it into each other's bowls.

But things are different now. As long as there's ink, there's no need to worry about not being able to finish the food.

Because the orcs in this world really can eat a lot.

The task of cleaning up the kitchen was left to Mo and Jue.

After eating and drinking his fill, Bai Ze stretched and thought about going to the bedroom to take a nap.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

"What's wrong with your foot?" Mo noticed that his walking posture was a bit off and asked.

"Oh, I got a few small cuts when I went out this morning, it's nothing serious."