I’m Cooking the Behemoth in the Primitive World

The tables and chairs are made of cold ice, the dishes that hold the dishes are also cold, and even the stove that burns the fire is made of ice. Only tableware and pots are other materials.

Guo Zi'an was about to take a seat, and found that the ice chair had been padded with a layer of snow-white animal skins, so it wouldn't be too cold to sit on it.

Guo Zi'an didn't expect that Bai Shanjun even thought of this.

The two sat opposite each other.

On one side is the lifelike ice sculpture, on the other side is the infinitely beautiful sunset, and the tree sponge extends. Guo Zian feels that eating hot pot is so enjoyable for the first time.

In this weather, the spicy pork bone soup base is naturally used. The red and bright chili dried up and down in the boiling soup, and the color made the index finger move.

Guo Zi'an poured all the meatballs in, and waited for them to slowly mature. Then I took a chopsticks duck intestines and soaked the duck intestines in boiling soup. The duck intestines in this world are relatively thick, and the theory of seven ups and downs can no longer be used. He counted sixty seconds before Guo Zi'an clamped the fully cooked duck intestines.

For the first time, Guo Zi'an wanted to put the food in Bai Shanjun’s bowl, but found that Bai Shanjun also had a thin slice of pork belly, which was obviously going to be put in his bowl.

When Guo Zi'an saw the piece of pork belly, he bends the corners of his mouth silently, and naturally put the duck intestines into Bai Shanjun's bowl.

Bai Shanjun also put the pork belly in Guo Zian's bowl.

Retracting the chopsticks, the two of them looked at the meat in their bowls, and couldn't help but glance at each other, feeling unspeakable sweetness in their hearts.

Guo Zi'an picked up the pork belly in his bowl, dipped it in the sauce, and put it into his mouth.

The pork belly is moderately fat and lean, and the thin slice is very tasty. The spicy flavor and the rich sauce make the index finger move. And this piece of meat was given to him by Bai Shanjun, and it was even more delicious.

Guo Zi'an ate the pork belly and glanced at Bai Shanjun subconsciously. However, Bai Shanjun was also looking at him at the same time.

With eyes facing each other, silence is better than sound.

During this hot pot meal, no one spoke, just stopped eating, and gave him a piece of meat from time to time. Seeing the other person eat the meat he cooked, another kind of satisfaction would be born in his heart.

After a hot pot meal, the sky was completely dark.

There are a lot of clouds today, and it is beautiful to see the sunset in the evening, but at night, the clouds cover the stars, and only half of the moon is left quietly poking out, trying to brighten the earth a little bit.

The two of them sat on the rock, did not speak, and did not intend to go back, clasping their hands tightly.

Both of them were hiding things in their hearts, but they didn't know how to speak.

As the night darkened, and a gust of wind passed by, Guo Zian shivered subconsciously.

"Go back." Bai Shanjun said. He didn't want to go back so quickly, he wanted to enjoy the two-person world with Guo Zian for a while, but he was not willing to be cold.

Guo Zian did not move, but looked at Bai Shanjun.

The two looked at each other, and just when Bai Shanjun wanted to say it again to go back, his lips felt warm.

The two kissed on the stone, gradually heating up, until the burning could no longer be controlled.

Guo Zi'an thought he would catch a cold after being tossed in that igloo for a long time. He didn't expect that besides his backache, he was very strong and healthy.

The other party was as energetic as he had eaten the elixir, and he was happily doing housework the next morning, and he did not forget to cook a light porridge for him and serve him well. It would be better if those eyes were not so bright and warm.

Humph, man.

A little bit of winter passed, and when the flowers bloomed in the forest again, the orcs began a new round of activity.

First came the activities of welcoming the Spring Gods of various ethnic groups, followed by the coming-of-age ceremony for females and the coming-of-age ceremony for males. There is no too specific calendar in this world. Everyone is watching the weather and staggering each other.

Two of the four roads have been built, leading to the Baihu and Yanshi groups. The Golden Eagle tribe is on a high mountain, and it is difficult to build it. It needs to be considered by the orcs of the Golden Eagle tribe. The pythons are located far away, and during the period they need to cross four rivers, they have to build a bridge that can carry the orcs pulling the carts full of goods, and try slowly.

Although there is a certain degree of difficulty, the two commercial roads that have been built have allowed the merchants to taste the sweetness. Everyone did not want to give up because of the difficulties, but tried hard to solve the problem.

As merchants run at average speeds, they usually pull carts by white tiger orcs or flaming lion orcs.

In order to facilitate the distribution of benefits, Guo Zian simply divided it into two directions. The white tiger orcs walked on the road leading to their own white tiger group, while the flame lion group followed the flame lion group.

Two white tiger orcs and two businessmen form a team and are jointly responsible for a wooden truck. The wooden truck is full of various commodities. A white tiger orc dragged a wooden truck and ran forward, not fast. The remaining three people were sitting in the van to rest. The bell made a crisp sound along with the movement of the wooden truck, informing the nearby orcs that there was something for sale.

Merchants want not only the business of the White Tiger tribe, but also the business of the orcs along the way, usually sitting in a wooden truck and shouting.

"Sell goods, sell goods. Sea salt, cane sugar, soy sauce, animal skins, wood carvings, whatever you want. Sell goods..."

Occasionally, the White Tiger Orcs would help out with a throat or two. Later, when they found out that they had roared, they frightened those Orcs who were watching from afar, so they didn't say anything at all, letting the merchants who looked better to bully to attract customers.

The orcs along the way mainly watched and did not stop their wooden trucks.

The four runners were trained by Guo Zi'an. Knowing that this matter was in a hurry, there must be a low season for business, so they settled down.

But after arriving at the Baihu tribe, they ushered in another scene.

Before they returned to the group, the two white tigers roared twice and informed everyone in the group that they had returned with the goods.

The orcs in the tribe knew that the car selling things would come, and they all looked forward to seeing what the so-called wooden truck looks like.

There is no entertainment in this world. Except for the orcs from the hunting team, most of the people have come out. Even several sick orcs have come out in wheelchairs, wanting to see the novelty.

The wooden truck hadn't turned out of the forest, and they had heard a crisp sound.

"What's that sound? It's so nice," a female asked.

Most people in the tribe didn't know, even the patriarch White Tiger didn't care too much about this matter, so even the patriarch White Tiger looked at the orcs who participated in the dungeon business.

Seeing so many people curious, a single male orc wanted to show off his newly learned knowledge, with pride in his voice, "That's a bell. Hang on the car, and you can make this sound as soon as you run."

Another male orc found that the female’s gaze was attracted away, not to be outdone. “The bell is made of iron. It is said that the iron was obtained from Grandpa Tree. It is very precious. After the hamster orcs got the iron, they still paid for it. Put it into the fire and roast the iron softly, and the Mole Orcs will smash it with the stone hammer, and then it will be like a bell."

"Don't forget that there are also carved flowers and the shape of a bell tied with iron. The bell has the exclusive pattern of our dungeon. It was painted by Guo Zi'an, and it looks better than the beast totems of other races." Thinking that it belongs to the underground alone. The pattern of the city, that middle-aged white tiger orc is particularly honorable.

In middle age, people especially want to leave something of their own. Whether it is building the road or participating in the production of bells, it will give him a special sense of honor.

And Guo Zian made full use of this sense of honor and told all the merchants in the underground city that all this is related to their merchants. In the future, even if Guo Zian wants to change something, he must first openly consult for opinions. Only by voting to get the consent of most of the merchants can it be changed.

Because of this, the orcs who have guaranteed food and clothing began to pursue spiritual enrichment, that is, to let everyone know that they have a part in all this and are worshiped by the opposite **** or juniors.

"Is it really that good-looking?" a female with a wreath on her head asked her partner next to her. Her snow-white hair was tied into a side braid, and she wore a fresh colorful wreath on her head. She was obviously a beauty-loving female.

Her partner is one of the white tiger orcs who participated in the road repair. Her partner hugged her and smiled softly, "It's really good-looking. Half a slap is bigger, and five big animal skins can be exchanged for one. If you like, I will give You change one."

"This is too expensive." The female wearing a wreath was surprised.

There is no uniform unit of measurement in this world. Big animal skins are about the size of elephant skins. They can do a lot of things and can be regarded as expensive. But the bell was the size of a palm, and it didn't have any special effect.

"It's okay. If you like it, I will run a few more times. Every time I buy something, the running orcs can get a commission. I can earn it back after a few runs. And I still have the shops over there. Can make money." The male orc said proudly. He didn't dare to say these big things before, but after seeing the look of the wooden truck, he felt that if he worked with Guo Zian, he must have meat.

The female with a wreath on her head was a little excited.

When everyone chatted happily, the wooden truck finally came into view.

The first thing I saw was a huge white tiger running on the stone road. This road is not big or small, just enough to accommodate a huge white tiger passing by, behind it is a slightly taller wooden truck.

The Baihu community has built a dedicated parking space, just to the left of the entrance of the Baihu community.

When he was about to reach his position, the white tiger pulling the car gradually slowed down, and the businessman behind him also began to brake in the car. It was the first time I really sold goods. Even after a few training sessions, I was still a little nervous. Before arriving at the designated parking place, the wooden truck stopped.

Everyone has been attracted by the wooden trucks, and didn't care how they parked. However, several other White Tiger Orcs who were also trained saw a bit of teasing on their faces, thinking that they must not make such a mistake.

The white tiger pulling the cart was watched by so many of his clan, and was a little embarrassed. He quietly pulled the wooden truck with the tiger's paw and pulled the truck to the designated place.

Then he found that the wooden truck was not aligned with the edge of the slate. When he lifted his two tiger paws, the wooden truck was lifted aside, and the white tiger who was forcibly pulled by the truck stopped to the standard position.