MTL - After the Boss Retires, He Becomes Obsessed with Raising Cubs-Chapter 216 Little tiger in the orc world wailing 5

When distributing the food, the priest announced that they would try to cook food with fire. Many orcs panicked. It was not until she said that this was the guidance of the beast **** that the restlessness was suppressed.

The orcs on the other side of the sea have a special method of storing fire. Luo followed the patriarch's request to get some dry leaves. After Xie Hui lit the leaves, the fire that came out frightened the little tiger who had been staying next to his father. Hairy.

The beast's fear of the fire seems to be engraved in its bones, and the same is true for the little tiger who has not yet turned into a human.

The four paws tightly hugged Xie Hui's leg, and even the tail wrapped around Xie Hui's ankle.

Luo piled the dry firewood he picked up in the forest on top of it. When the fire was burning, Xie Hui marinated a piece of meat with sea salt, skewered the meat with wooden sticks, and roasted it near the fire.

After the meat is roasted, the aroma gradually diffuses.

Most of the strong orcs didn't feel much about the smell of this food, and the underage female orcs and those elderly orcs had already begun to swallow subconsciously.

Xie Hui handed the fully cooked meat to the priest. Now he is also a very strong orc, so it is quite understandable why other male and female orcs of the same age do not feel this.

They still prefer raw meat, the feeling of tearing it off and chewing it.

The little tiger next to him was still a little scared, like a small pendant hanging on Xie Hui's lap.

After the priest tasted it, it was indeed better than the previous ones.

As she got older, her teeth were not as good as they were when she was young, and she couldn't chew a lot of raw meat, and the food that had been roasted by fire was much softer and easier to eat.

In addition, the high priest also noticed the feeling when he was close to the fire, it was very warm.

It may be useless to say it now, but when the weather cools down, light a fire in the cave, and the cold winter days should be much more comfortable.

By and large, this isn't a bad thing.

Originally, some people in the tribe didn't want to keep it because they were naturally afraid of fire, but after those old orcs felt that the food roasted by fire was more delicious, they all forced themselves to let go of their prejudice.

The strongest orcs now feel that those old orcs are very familiar. When they were young, they were protected by these people and grew up.

A tiger who is very afraid of fire, is grilling meat for those old orcs with trembling hands every day, and its tail is shaking when it is scared, and it doesn't want to strike.

There is nothing wrong with raising rabbits except that they like to dig holes.

The old orcs and those naughty cubs get together to get some grass every day, and they can feed these rabbits very fat.

When most of the cubs heard that these rabbits were raised for them to eat, they all went to that place to catch the rabbits clean, and worked extra diligently to weed the grass every day.

All kinds of small animals lined up in a row outside the railing where the rabbits were raised, very synchronized, staring at the rabbits that were grazing, silently praying that they would grow fatter.

After the weather cooled down, there were fewer and fewer orcs guarding the tribe every day. Basically, every orc went out to hunt every day. Some of them were eaten on the same day, and the other part was pickled with sea salt, and then hung in a ventilated place to dry.

At the beginning, some orcs were careless, and the marinated meat stinks.

But this is not an unbearable thing for them.

When the prey was very rare, some of the prey that died naturally had already begun to rot under the high temperature, and the extremely hungry orcs would also eat them.

Compared with this trivial shortcoming, what they care more about is that under this method, some meat that is difficult to preserve can actually be retained.

When the weather just got cold, pickling was used, and it was already frost outside. Xie Hui felt that the temperature had dropped below zero, and when most of the prey didn’t like to come out to move around, Xie Hui asked the orcs to take the prey directly. Put it in the coldest cave.

That cave is like a natural refrigerator.

The colder the weather, the harder the meat will freeze.

In the past, some orcs would store food in this way in winter, but in the end, except for the strongest orcs, they couldn't eat at all.

The old orcs went to the forest to collect dry firewood and tidy up the withered grass. The former piled them up for warmth, while the latter kept the rabbits warm.

Every time the priest tried to raise food before, he would die in no more than fifteen days.

These rabbits can persist until now, which is already a very good result.

Even if they die immediately, throwing the meat in that place can keep them well and help them survive this winter.

When the first snow fell, there was no prey activity outside.

Occasionally, when you are very lucky, you can see a few of them, but before you can get close, they run away and disappear.

Indeed, as Xie Hui said before, this winter is very cold this year. Fortunately, they have kindling, and there is a small fire burning in each cave.

Xie Hui had been working on food before, and when he saw the stones with black marks from the smoke, he just thought about the solution when he had nothing to do in the snowy day.

In this primitive orc world, there are not all kinds of things, and there are many things, which are completely different from Xie Hui's memory.

The plant he found was almost exactly the same as upland rice, but it was not usable rice, but a very special medicinal herb.

In addition, this was Xie's first year back, and everything was just beginning.

Even though it's cold outside, the little tiger at this age is still lively and active. After going out for a while, he ran back and lay there close to the fire, squinting his eyes. The warm feeling made Sheng let out a comfortable moan. Voice.

Because it is not sure how long this winter will exist, basically they eat once every two days.

As far as Xie Hui's own feelings are concerned, he feels that the taste of those foods is not very good, but compared to the original owner's memory of lying in the cave and seldom moving in order to save energy, it is still much better.

The environment does not allow him to be too picky, and the meat that failed at the beginning, because it is a food priest, is also reluctant to let them discard.

In winter, the little rabbits that most orcs usually look down on are treasures.

Xie Hui would go to see the old orcs in the tribe every two days.

When the snow first started to fall, basically most of the old orcs refused to eat. Even if food was brought to their mouths, they would silently turn their heads to the other side.

It is almost every old orc's idea to leave food for the strong orcs and cubs.

It wasn't until the priest took them to see the place where the food was stored, that there was a mountain of meat, many small rabbits, and dried fish that filled five caves, that they started to eat with confidence.

When Xie went back today to see if they had a good meal, the little brat who was usually sent to Luo and asked him to help him had to stay with him.

The tiger's paws stepped on the snow, and the delicate plum blossom marks were particularly obvious in the snow.

The snow in this place is really too big. The road that Xie Hui walked two days ago can't even see a trace today.

Most of the orcs huddled in their caves and didn't bother to come out, only those guarding the tribe and patrolling, walking in the snow with difficulty.

Originally, Sheng was put on his back by Xie Huihui. Who would have thought that he was too naughty and wanted to roll on his father's back when his father was not paying attention.

After rolling, he didn't grab his paws, and fell directly into the thick snow.

The snow was already very thick, and it was good that the snow fell a little bit less these days. In the past few days, when Xie went back to see the old orc, only one head could be exposed outside.

Feeling a sudden light on his back, followed by the terrified cries of the little tiger, Xie Hui subconsciously turned his head, saw the hole in the snow, and dug the naughty little tiger out with his paws.

She scolded him a few words, listened to his low moaning, and threw him back on her back.

After making sure those old orcs had their meals on time, Xie Hui went back with peace of mind. When they came to the cave, some orcs who couldn't wait came out to clean the snow.

Later, another game was played, and only a thin layer was accumulated.

Sheng struggled and fell off his father's back, Xie Hui walked in front, and he pressed his paws on the paw prints left by his father.

Because Xie Hui's steps were too big, the little tiger often staggered before taking two steps.

After the fall, he quickly got up, shook the snowflakes on his fur, and didn't learn a lesson at all. He continued to press his little paw into his father's big paw, and fell all the way home.

After arriving in the cave, the little tiger seemed to have sensed the cold. He sat on the small bench his father made for him, and put his paws close to the burning fire.

The snowflakes on the fur that hadn't had time to be shaken off turned into water as soon as they were baked by the fire. The little tiger, who looked cute at first, looked a little embarrassed after the hair was wet by the snow.

Xie turned back and turned from the side where the food was stored. While looking for food, he remembered Sheng's pathetic salivation yesterday when he stared at Yu next door eating rabbits.

The rabbit was placed at the bottom. When he was looking for it, he took a distracted look and made sure that the little tiger was sitting there obediently roasting his hair, so he was relieved.

He took out a frozen rabbit and put it next to the fire to roast. After the ice melted, it would be the little tiger's dinner today.

Turning his head, he saw that the little tiger sitting there was too close to the fire because of the cold, and half of his beautiful hair was scorched.

Facts have proved that you can't rest assured even after watching it for a second.

Xie Hui could already smell the burning smell, but Sheng himself stretched out his claws very comfortably there, and squinted his eyes with extra enjoyment, as if he could close his eyes and go to sleep in the next second.