Chapter 018 Chopsticks War

The patriarch did not agree to use these purple-glazed ceramic bowls, and even the pots and jugs were carefully wrapped in hay and hid...　

Xiao Yun was really too lazy to compete with him. It was a victory for him to return the previous batch of pottery bowls. That night, he asked the tribe to use pottery bowls as tableware.　　

...So a gang of snow werewolves who were waiting for the meat by the campfire forced them to show him with a dozen blank faces.

"It's useless to show your cute expression!"

Xiao Yun didn't care about the reaction of these guys. After sending the bowl down, he squatted beside the clay pot with bean sprout soup with a wooden spoon: "From now on, it is not allowed to reach into the pot to catch bean sprouts. You must come over with a bowl and scoop it out with a spoon, put it in a bowl, and then eat it. If someone violates it, then he is forbidden to eat bean sprouts and drink soup!" 　　

The colder the weather, the grass and leaves are half yellow, not to mention fruits, You can't even dig wild vegetables. Apart from the same barbecue and boiled meat, only bean sprouts can change the taste. Xiao Yun who held the bean sprouts to make the tribe stunned everyone on the spot...

No way out, the patriarch as the first people to use his claw carefully to hold the earthen-red pottery bowl contained half a bowl of bean sprouts, and sipped the hot soup while grabbing the meat.

Barbecue with only salt and no extra seasonings. Occasionally, it can be regarded as a wild taste. If it becomes a staple food, who knows the taste...

Ancient Chinese tea was popular among the nomads in the north because it can relieve the meat. Too much greasy; there is nowhere to find tea in this place, but the bean sprouts stewed in bone broth come with sweet and sweet vegetables. The function of relieving greasiness is much higher than that of tea. After a few mouthfuls of the barbecue soup, the patriarch's eyes narrowed. stand up...

Seeing that the patriarch did not object, they followed the patriarch to learn to use the sweet and refreshing bean sprout soup to make barbecue. At first, they were a little awkward and unaccustomed. After eating, the look of everyone was obviously relaxed. The kind of comfort is can be seen... 　　

Xiao Yun smiled and watched the tribemen start eating. He deliberately didn't ask the tribemen not to grab meat with their hands. He just waited for the group to actually experience the pain of breaking a few bowls with oily hands-- He didn't let him wait too long. Oxhorn just ate the barbecue with the soup, when he got up again to scoop the soup, he unconsciously changed his hand to hold the bowl. The oily fingers didn't hold it firmly, and the pottery bowl slipped out of the fingers, and fell to the ground and cracked.

The clansman beside 　　: "?!"

The patriarch who lived in the wood: "...!!!" 　　

Oxhorn: "...I, this...?!" 　　

"Ohh——" The tribe stared at the broken pottery bowl and began to gasp.

"Don't worry!" Xiao Yun raised his hand to stop the tribesmen who wanted to scream, "It's okay, the broken pieces are safe, come on Oxhorn, and take a more pottery bowl to use. This time, just be careful." After his speech and took out a clean pottery bowl which has been ready to stack it aside long ago to Oxhorn.　

Oxhorn:"..." No matter how rough the sensitivity Oxhorn is, it is impossible to treat them as nothing. He looked at Xiao Yun in horror and then at the remains of his broken pottery bowl. His mouth was half open and he dared not move.

"I said it was all right." Xiao Yun got up and stuffed the new pottery bowl into the horns of his arms, bent over to pick up the broken pieces of the pottery bowl, "It can be reused when it is crushed into powder and kneaded into the clay. It's not wasteful, don't worry, ah."　　

Oxhorn hold a new pottery bowl in both hands with a dazed expression...

Xiao Yun sat back and continued to guard the bean sprouts soup pot, nodded to the people with a smile, and pointed to the pile of pottery bowls he had specially placed next to him: "Don't put pressure on everyone, even if you accidentally smashed them, there will still be. Anyway, the bowls burned in the tribe weren't changed from the outside, so we can afford to fall. Even if the bowls are broken, the patriarch still has something better than this one." 　　

The patriarch doesn't bother to scold the horn I looked at him in horror...　　

"I, I didn't mean to, my hands slipped..." Oxhorn was aggrieved, and cautiously grabbed the bowl with his oil-free hand, and rubbed the other hand on the fur shorts.

"I know I know that if you are good at grabbing barbecues and eating it, you will get oily. This is inevitable. No one will say your horns. Come and I will scoop up bean sprouts for you. You will continue to eat." Xiao Yun looks like a big-tailed cunning fox.　　

He had this attitude, the patriarch was naturally not good at swearing at Oxhorn, so he had to stare at Oxhorn with his eyes and looked threateningly at other people.

In fact, there is no need to threaten the patriarch, the people of the clan are also beginning to get nervous...including the horns, everyone silently looks down at their hands, trying to remember which hand has caught the meat, and remember that you cannot use oily hands. Grab the bowl...　　

Xiao Yun looked at the tribesmen who had become "gentle" in their eating with satisfaction. He deliberately sat half of his body forward, showing his homemade wooden chopsticks, and ate the meat in a cool manner-in order to make the barbecue is evenly heated and tastes good. Now the few Snow Werewolf cubs who are in charge of making dinner will work hard to cut the meat into strips with claws. Although it is still a bit big, it is no problem to eat with chopsticks.

He usually uses homemade wooden chopsticks, and the tribe has never cared about it. This time he started eating with serious traces of his performance, but it quickly attracted the attention of the tribe.　　

"Ayun, if you eat meat with a stick, you won't get oil on your hands." Dahe with bright eyes and bright eyes found the key point.　　

"Hmm!" Xiao Yun nodded while chewing meat, and showed Dahe his refreshing hands.

"Oh~!" The warrior Hongye suddenly showed an expression of understanding, carefully put down the bowl, rubbed her greasy right hand on the fur shorts, and took a sharp one from her fur arrow case. She used a bone arrow squeezed the meat on the cane mat and ate it happily, and cast a triumphant to look at Xiao Yun.　　

"Hehe." Xiao Yun showed a King's contempt, swallowed the meat from his chopsticks in one bite, then picked up a few bean sprouts with his chopsticks, and brought it to his mouth with ease.　　

Hongye looked at her bone arrow, and then at the thin white bean sprouts in the bowl, the corners of her mouth twitched... She really couldn't do it with her bone arrow.

Adorable Dahe looked at Hongye and then looked at Xiao Yun, blinking her eyes and said: "Ayun, your little sticks is very useful."

"This is called chopsticks." What Xiao Yun wants is the convenience of the clansmen to notice the chopsticks. And spontaneously imitated him, "It's very easy to use, it won't get your hands full, it's also very flexible. If you get used to it, you can pick up anything. By the way, don't horns like fish? If you can use chopsticks flexibly, eating fish is very convenient. You can easily remove the fish bones out . You don't have to eat fish with crispy bones." 　　

It is not a problem to obtain animal fat. Fried fish and fried fish are too expensive in pottery pots. Knowing that fish is delicious for everyone in the tribe, but they have only eaten it once.

"Ayun, give me chopsticks." Oxhorn immediately stretched out his hand towards Xiao Yun.　　

"Give me too...." Dahe also said.　　

Xiao Yun immediately followed his kindness... holding out a handful of prepared wooden chopsticks, which were all standard wooden chopsticks that he had carefully repaired with his claws and rounded up and down.　　

Whether chopsticks work well or not, everyone on the earth knows that in order to eat Chinese food, foreigners use chopsticks expertly to eat Chinese food.

But the chopsticks are not easy to use. The clansmen, including the patriarch, who have received chopsticks from Xiao Yun, have tried it hard... and then all of them silently abandoned this thing and still rely on their own claws to eat.

Xiao Yun was ready to fight a long-term "chopstick war", and was not discouraged because of this. The communal meal was over, and the increasingly low-key and silent human leatherworker Sal took the pots and bowls to the side for cleaning, and the snow werewolves prepared to line up for a bath, while on the heatable bed, Xiao Yun took out a clay pot with a lid and put it in front of him: "Don't rush away, who wants to play a delicious game with me?" 　　

"Delicious food?" Oxhorn was exited when hear something was delicious.　　

"Game?" Dahe, Qingcao, and Fleece three cubs, who were just about to get up, immediately sat back.

Xiao Yun smiled slightly, and opened the lid. The scent of animal fat mixed with beans and pine nuts immediately spread out. After the tribe began to prepare air-dried meat, he has been storing animal fats in a planned way, although the tribe's level of catering has not yet developed to be able to stir-fried dish (there is no iron pot, and the strength of the pottery pot is enough for cooking), but animal oil can always come in handy; this time, he added the pine nuts that he had picked up in the jungle. Some of the smaller black beans were fried and crispy with animal fat and sprinkled with little salt to cook such a large half a pot of crispy snacks.

Xiao Yun grabbed a few beans and pine nuts for the tribesmen who sat back to taste them first: "How about it, delicious?" 　　

"Yes, it's delicious!" All tribesmen who have never eaten snacks have bright eyes, don't look. The only ingredients used are oil and salt. Deep-fried beans are also available in modern society, not to mention the aroma of pine nuts.

Xiao Yun smiled slightly, put a clean pottery bowl on the floor, threw three beans and pine nuts into the pottery bowl, and then took out two pairs of chopsticks: "This game is called a chopstick war. Two people each hold the chopsticks and hold the beans and pine nuts from the bowl. Who can pick them up and eat more in his mouth, who is the winner, the winner can get a handful of beans and pine nuts, based on the handful of my hand. How about it, who wants to be first?"　　

"Me!" Oxhorns, who can't stand the temptation of food, immediately sat on the side of the bowl.　　

"Me too." Qingcao, who is often praised by Xiao Yun for her dexterity, sat on the other side confidently.

Only embers were left in the campfire, and the open space in the tribe was dark, but the snow werewolves who could see at night were not affected by the lack of light, and a fierce battle for snacks began...　　

Xiao Yun was seduced the snow wolves took the game activity during after-dinner, on the grassland less than ten kilometers away from the tribe, a lone traveler was hobbled through the bushes.

The heavy breathing and the sound of footsteps of varying degrees of severity spread dozens of meters away, alarming predators at night. Green eyes of beasts flashed through the grass, they were hiding in the dark, watching the traveler who was shaking and seeming to fall at any time.

"Huh...huh..." 　

The predator's big, fierce mouth sprayed out a stench of heat, it smelled a slight bloody smell and the smell of rotten flesh, which made it a little excited, but it did not rush to attack, because that pedestrian seemingly weak prey is larger than it.

The hunters on the grassland know the consequences of impulsiveness better than anyone else. This is often paid at the cost of life. The hungry predators endure the thunder in their abdomen, behind its prey, patiently tracked the smell of the prey unhurriedly; its patience was rewarded, the prey with the physical advantage was tripped by the thorns that grew close to the ground, and after a little struggle, he could not stand up.

The predator rushed out of the grass decisively. Nothing can attract all kinds of hunters more than the smell of flesh and blood. It must hurry up and have a good meal before the next group of hunters are attracted. If possible, it You can also drag the leftover prey away and find a safe place to bury it and enjoy it slowly.

The excited predator pounced on its prey, but... just as it opened its blood basin and bite it, the motionless prey suddenly turned its body, grabbed its salivating jaw, and went down. Pull hard-the lower part of its head will say goodbye to the body.　　

It's not uncommon to change the identities of hunters and prey on the grassland, but... the pedestrian who killed this hapless predator in seconds didn't feast on him. He still lay in place, motionless.

After a long time, he moved, and his body swayed more severely when he got up again, but still stood up firmly. He bent down, grabbed the nape of the predator who attacked him, and threw it onto his shoulder. , The swaying body swayed more severely because of this action.　　

"Ha...Ha..." 　　

The pedestrian stepped on the road again, staggering more and more.

"The snow werewolf who even humans are willing to take in...ha...they will kindly take me...,right?" 　　

"Huh?" 　　

Warrior Hongye originally took a bath and entered the house and went to the heatable bed, but was attracted by Oxhorn's wailing, went out side to watch, and just laughed Oxhorn who was lost a few games with a few words, and he smelled the faint blood in the air.　　

The sense of smell of the snow werewolf is undoubtedly. Warriors like Hongye are better at distinguishing smell. The blood was very weak, Hongye did not disturb the tribesmen who were happily playing games, quietly left, returned to his tent, took a bow and arrows, quickly ran out of the tribe, toward the direction where the blood came from.　　

There was more than one keen warrior like Hongye, and Ashan, who also used a bow and arrows, also chased the smell out.　　

"There are two smells of blood." Ashan, who was faster, caught up with Hongye and whispered.　　

Hongye nodded: "One is fresh and the other is rancid." 　　

"There are no other tribes around here, are they wanderers?" Ashan said.　　

Hongye frowned: "Even if he is a tramp, he won't run around when it close to snow like this." 　　

"If he is danger, we must drive him away." Ashan said.　　

After the two snow werewolf warriors rushed for a few minutes, the blood gas they smelled became stronger and stronger, and the smell that they could not smell before began to be transmitted by the wind.

"Hey, this smell seems to be... from the cat tribe?" Ashan sniffed and was a little surprised. "When the tribe moved, the cat tribe we encountered on the way was more than a month away from us. How could there be the cats came so far?" 　　

"I see it, there!" Hongye reached out and pointed.　　

The other party seemed to have also spotted the snow werewolves approaching at high speed, stopped and took a look at this side...Suddenly he fell to the ground and fainted.　　

Ashan & Hongye: "...?!"