Chapter 24: Young Lady Emma

In the evening, Clara cooked fruit soup, and by the time Mateo returned, it had cooled a bit. He praised its deliciousness and ended up having three bowls.

After eating and drinking, Clara counted the prey that Mateo had brought back. They were all small things. She thought of the spoiled rabbit meat and felt heartbroken! When I saw a fat rabbit among the prey, I rubbed my hands happily. I must make smoked rabbit meat this time.

After a quick bath, Clara sat on the bed, took out the notebook, and touched the center of the screen. The notebook opened quickly. Disabling the floating interface, she directly touched the screen, studying it.

She clicked on several folders, but no matter how much she clicked, some were just blank. After clicking on an icon resembling a camera, a beam of light emitted from the bottom of the notebook, directly shining on Clara's feet. It only illuminated half before the screen displayed images and three-dimensional analysis charts, along with a string of data.

Animal tissues, cellular structures, edible! Trace elements, calcium content, and the positioning of identical objects. It accurately located Mateo, who was busy washing.

Edible! Clearly, it was a human foot! Clara put her hand underneath, and immediately it displayed 'human hand,' then pinpointed Mateo's hand.

This was quite interesting.

If she needed to find something in the future, she could just take a picture and locate items with similar elements. It also provided explanations for various structures and compositions of elements.

Such a good thing! This was another gift from fate. Clara smiled in her heart and continued testing various things, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Mateo finished washing, rushed onto the bed naked, and Clara, engrossed in her new discovery, didn't pay him much attention. "What's this?" Since Clara arrived, Mateo had seen too many unusual things. Now, seeing Clara playing with yet another strange object, he was no longer surprised, just curious.

Clara lifted her head and saw Mateo crouched beside her. Then, she noticed him naked, seemingly uninterested. This was life with a man in the house! Clara suddenly felt like she had no place to hide. She quickly closed her eyes, face flushed, and whispered, "Mateo, why aren't you wearing pants?"

Pants? What are pants? Mateo pondered Clara's words. Clara closed the notebook, placed it in the box, and took out a clean beasthide skirt for Mateo. "Put this on. No more running around naked at home."

Mateo looked unwilling, took the skirt, and slowly wrapped it around himself, complaining as he did so, "It's hot wearing this."

Recently, the temperature had risen. Clara thought about it and realized there was a piece of deer hide, thin and breathable. Tomorrow, she would sew him a pair of deer hide pants! Imagining how handsome Mateo would look in those pants, Clara couldn't help but smile.

Clara lay in the bed, thinking about teaching female beast how to weave baskets tomorrow, feeling a bit nervous. She also thought about repairing the house and nudged Mateo beside her, saying, "Mateo! We have time to fix the house!"

"Yeah!" Mateo shifted a bit, and Clara wondered why he seemed so obedient today. She moved closer to him. He used to love holding her, but today he seemed unusually calm.

Finding a comfortable position, Clara curled up and went to sleep. Tomorrow would be busy!

Mateo lay straight, feeling a bit itchy in his heart and hands. He really wanted to hold Clara, but he was afraid he couldn't control himself. After struggling with the thought, he finally turned over and embraced Clara. He had gotten used to holding her like this.

Before dawn, Clara got up to prepare breakfast, feeling anxious about whether anyone would come. She held high expectations, eager to teach the beast. The tribe's transformation required everyone's effort, and she wished happiness for everyone.

Hastily finishing breakfast, Clara grabbed a basket and headed out, with Mateo trailing behind, asking, "Cla, where are you going so early?" Running into the woods so early, Mateo now felt an unnamed emotion whenever he couldn't see Clara, something he couldn't quite understand. So, he always returned earlier than his companions lately, finding solace in the sight of Clara at home.

"I'm going to teach others how to make baskets. You go hunting! The earlier you go, the earlier you'll be back!" After saying that, Clara went into the woods. She planned to gather more willow branches and reeds early in the morning. While looking for willow branches, she discovered a grapevine! She had to dig it up. In the summer, under the grapevine tree, one could stargaze. The thought itself was beautiful.

Carefully digging up the vine with its roots, wrapping it in large leaves, and placing it in the basket, Clara heard Gloria's call.

Gloria had arrived, and Clara felt a bit nervous. How many people would come? Would they embarrass her? Would they dislike her? Clara was startled by her own thoughts. She used to care too much about others' opinions, leading to a lack of confidence.

Clara, don't be afraid. Believe in yourself. In this world, as long as you believe in yourself, no one can defeat you. Clara gathered her courage and turned to look at Gloria and the others.

Surprisingly, there were only two people — Gloria and a female beast Clara had seen before. She was darker than Gloria, taller, with a bushy chestnut-colored mane of naturally curly hair.

Only one person? Clara felt a bit disappointed. But one person was okay. Gloria introduced her as Emma. Clara smiled at her, and Emma shyly tugged at her tail, accidentally pulled off a few hairs, which hurt. grinned straight.

Clara couldn't help but burst into laughter, instantly lightening the atmosphere. Soon, Dani also arrived. She was petite but incredibly talkative, giggling and chatting. The four of them sat in a circle, and Clara began by demonstrating the most practical type of basket, one that could be carried on the shoulder and was convenient for going up and down trees. She demonstrated it for them.

Gloria and Dani had already met, their eyes sparkling with admiration. As for Emma, she had never seen this before. Her large eyes were fixed on the basket, marveling at it. After a while, she pointed shyly at the basket and said, "I want to learn this."

Her voice was charming, in stark contrast to her appearance. Seeing her shy demeanor, she seemed more like a young bride. It was perplexing why she possessed such a seductive appearance. If she were in the modern world, she would undoubtedly overshadow countless cosmetic-enhanced girls.

Clara's judgment was correct. Emma was indeed like a young bride, quick to learn, quiet, and obedient. Every time Clara gave her guidance, she would lower her head, nodding shyly. She looked very docile and cute.

By the end of the morning, Emma had woven a sturdy and finely crafted basket. She tried carrying it on her back and found it very comfortable. Gloria and Dani each made one too. Gloria's was decent, but Dani's fell apart as soon as she put it on her back. After some teasing from the others, Clara noticed that Emma's laughter was also charmingly shy, even more ancient than women from the past.

After promising to teach them how to weave boxes tomorrow, Clara bid farewell to Emma and Dani. Taking Gloria with her, she went to the bamboo forest to cut more bamboo. She needed it for house repairs and to make water buckets.

Gloria, being strong, helped carry the bamboo. Having a man around was convenient. Clara had initially planned to ask Mateo for help tomorrow, but she couldn't wait any longer. Spring rains could come anytime, and she didn't want to suffer then.

Thanks to her abilities and a small knife, Clara quickly cut a lot of bamboo. Seeing the abundance of bamboo, both Clara and Gloria faced a dilemma. The small pieces could be taken home, but the massive ones were too much for just the two of them to carry.

Clara took a piece home, leaving the rest behind. With vegetables running low at home, Clara took Gloria into the woods to teach her about edible plants. She also hoped to find some plants that could replace toothbrushes. Using salt grains every day wasn't yielding great results.

I miss my toothpaste and toothbrush. It would be nice if some of it could fall from the sky. Clara looked up at the sky. The blue sky was covered by the dense canopy of trees, and the bright sunlight shone through the leaves, which was a little dazzling and a little unreal.