The Dahu tribe is close to the lake, so it is natural to eat fish. After Bai Wenhao can catch any fish in the lake, he took off his clothes and plunged into the water. After a while, three large fish weighing more than two catties were thrown up. .

Long teeth were burning in the pot, and Wu Nuo took the saber that he carried with him, and in a short while, three big fish were gutted, sliced ​​into fish fillets, and first marinated with homemade spices.

At this time, the long-toothed meat was already cooked, Wu Nuo finally added some blood salt into it to adjust the taste, and put it into a large bowl.

Immediately, with pickled peppers and sauerkraut, a large pot of sour and fragrant pickled fish was cooked.

The scent has already attracted a group of people to watch the excitement, but no one except Samba dared approach the beastly aura emanating from Yu Bai's body.

As a person who lives behind the stone wall, Samba seldom eats fish, because in the eyes of the people behind the stone wall, fish smells thorny and has no oily water. Only civilian slaves have no choice but to eat it. Only a few kinds of fish that are very good for the body and not so unpalatable are eaten by them.

The three caught in vain are a very common freshwater fish. There are many in the rivers of the Changhe tribe. They are a bit like modern carp, but the meat is more tender and has fewer spines. A fish I like to eat.

However, this kind of fish is not very popular in the Great Lakes tribe. At least a person with status like Samba who is respected as an adult would never touch them.

However, today is different.

Samba has never seen anyone fillet the fish into thin slices like Wu Nuo, and then cook something in the pot. The uncomfortable fishy smell on the fish has completely disappeared, replaced by a mouth-watering smell. fragrance.

Especially after the sauerkraut fish was cooked at the end, Wu Nuo sprinkled some minced peppercorns on it, poured the boiling hot lira animal oil on it, and made a sip, the aroma was simply amazing!

Samba felt that he was hungry, and he had never been so hungry. He stared straight at the sharp vegetables in the big bowl, and his eyeballs almost fell into it.

I really want to eat, I really want to eat, I really want to eat!

Wu Nuo glanced at Bai quietly, and Bai said coldly, "Want to eat?"

Samba felt that he should shake his head, but his body was completely uncontrollable and he nodded instinctively.

"Then come and sit down." Bai glanced at Samba's stained white robe, a look of disgust flashed in his eyes, all the boys in the tribe knew to clean up and clean their paws before eating. This person is not only dressed dirty, but also doesn't know how to wash his hands before meals, he's even worse than the brats in their tribe ╮(╯▽╰)╭Samba was a little bit at a loss and fidgeted because of Bai's undisguised dislike. Wu Nuo, who knew Bai Damiao's nature well, saw through his disdain behind the twitch at a glance. If he looked like a big cat cub at this moment, his tail would have already wagged behind him.

Wu Nuo gave Samba a friendly smile, and invited Samba to sit on the animal skin blanket.

Wu Nuo's facial features were already very good, and his natural baby face made him more friendly, and this affinity increased day by day in the process of teaching the kids, coaxing other traders, and pretending to be a magic stick, forming a A charm that transcends appearance, and then complements his beautiful face, adding an inner temperament to the outer beauty, which makes people want to get closer. This kind of intimacy is very pure, without any unnecessary reverie or blasphemy, it just makes people want to get closer to him.

Samba was stunned for a few seconds, and then he realized that he hurriedly sat beside Wu Nuo.

Regardless of whether Samba could understand or not, Wu Nuo said please, then picked up the chopsticks, and began to pick up vegetables.

The people of the Great Lakes Tribe are used to eating with their hands. They have never seen anyone eating with thin wooden sticks. Samba looked at the chopsticks in front of him, and then at his dirty hands. After all, I am not ashamed to go directly to grab the vegetables in the bowl, grab the chopsticks awkwardly, and use the chopsticks like Wu Nuo and Bai, but the correct chopsticks are caught in their hands. The naughtiest boy was disobedient no matter how he tried it. He scooped up the soup in the dish for a long time, but he couldn't pick up anything.

Look at the way Wu Nuo and Bai dined again, sitting upright, using chopsticks to methodically pick up the dishes and slowly putting them into their mouths, and then chewing slowly. Samba still doesn't know the word "elegant", and only feels that the two people in front of him People's movements are really indescribably good-looking, and I am very envious in my heart. At the same time, I have new guesses about the identities of Bai and Wu Nuo.

The two of them must be from which super tribe, it must be!

Samba thought very confidently. Suddenly, there was a large piece of burning red long-toothed meat in the bowl. When he looked up, he saw the little pure man who was suspected to be of the great witch blood smiled at him and nodded. , For some reason, Samba's face turned red with a bang, he retracted his chopsticks in a daze, and put the tusk meat in the bowl into his mouth.

A taste that has never been tasted strongly stimulates the taste buds.

Samba's eyes straightened all of a sudden, okay, it's delicious!

Wu Nuo picked another piece of fish for him, and seeing that Bai Damiao's face had collapsed, he hurriedly picked up a few pieces of fat fish belly for him, and blinked at him, Bai Damiao looked at him and groaned, The look in his eyes is obvious - I will settle accounts with you later!

Wu Nuo felt that this jerk who ate flying vinegar was unreasonable, so he simply ignored him, and picked some chopsticks for Samba.

Bai Damiao's face suddenly became uglier than before.

Samba felt that the hairs all over his body were standing on end, and his heart was beating wildly—beast God, he had never eaten such delicious fish!

The power of foodies is great. Under the temptation of all-pervasive delicious food, Samba can barely pick up vegetables with chopsticks. After getting the hang of it, he picks up vegetables faster and faster, and only the last piece is left in the bowl During the fish fillet, he and Bai caught it at the same time, Bai Dan glanced at him, he let go of the chopsticks decisively, but felt very reluctant. In the end, following Bai's example, he shared the fish soup in the bowl with him, and then he licked his mouth and put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"It's really delicious. What did you add to the meat, why does it taste so..." Samba didn't know what words to use to describe his feeling.

"Spicy." Bai answered him in animal language.

"That's right, that's the feeling. It's spicy, spicy, and delicious. Does your tribe usually make food like this?" Samba asked cautiously.

Bai nodded reservedly.

Samba was immediately envious. He didn't have any special hobbies. He liked two things the most in his life, one was trading, and the other was eating. Otherwise, as a fox orc, how could he be so fat ╮(╯▽╰)╭ "What did you add to the dish just now, can you tell me?"

"Spice," Bai said with a face "Very precious."

It was another word he had never heard before, but he understood the following three words "very precious".

Mr. Samba, who has always claimed to be well-informed, has never felt like a bumpkin walking out of deep mountains and old forests like now.

Although in fact, the two guys on the opposite side who fooled him for a while are the real bumpkins.

"Yes, can you show me?" For some reason, when facing these two people, Samba always felt a little inexplicably terrified, and his aura fell unconsciously.

Bai glanced at him indifferently, and then pretended to ask Wu Nuo what he meant in Changhe language. Samba couldn't understand what Bai said at all. It wasn't until Wu Nuo nodded that Bai put the blood salt, Chili sauce, Chinese prickly ash, pickled pepper, sauerkraut, and several spices that Wu Nuo had collected with great difficulty were placed in front of Samba one by one.

Except for sauerkraut, which vaguely looked like some kind of wild vegetable in the forest, Samba had never seen any of the other things.

Among them, the one that caught Samba's attention the most was the brightly colored blood salt. After seeking Bai's consent, he licked the blood salt that Bai picked up in his palm. After tasting it, his eyes widened all of a sudden: "This, is this salt?" It didn't taste bitter at all, and the color was completely different from the rough salt they usually ate.

"Blood salt, the treasure bestowed by the Beast God to our tribe." Bai's chin lifted slightly, showing a little pride in his indifference.

Salt has always been a confidant of the Great Lakes tribe.

The crude salt of the Dahu Tribe is all exchanged with a big tribe in the south, and the price is not cheap at all. In the past two years, the other side has a growing appetite, but this year's transaction price is nearly double that of last year. .

In terms of strength alone, that tribe is about the same as the Great Lakes tribe, and even slightly weaker than them, but behind the opponent is a super tribe, and the crude salt in their hands is traded from that super tribe, and then resold to them. The relationship with that super tribe is extraordinary. The Great Lakes Tribe has been looking for opportunities to pry their corner and try to trade directly with that super tribe, but they have not succeeded. That super tribe would rather sell crude salt to that tribe than directly sell them. Therefore, for so many years, the Great Lakes tribe can only hold their noses and trade with each other.

The quality of blood salt is obviously much better than that of rough salt, and what is bestowed by the beast god sounds very powerful. If they can trade blood salt from the Changhe Tribe...

Samba's heart beats a little faster No, he has to discuss this matter with the leader, Dawu himself!

Barely holding his mind, Samba asked Bai the names of several other spices, chatted for a while, and left in a hurry.

Watching him hurriedly disappear behind the stone wall from a distance, Bai and Wu Nuo showed a tacit smile.

At noon, the two of them made a lot of noise. Wu Nuo deliberately chose two dishes with strong flavors, and the aroma almost spread to half of the meeting place, but only Samba was lucky enough to be invited to eat, and the others were all in a hurry. All over the place, I was as curious as a cat scratching. Several tribes who originally planned to leave in the afternoon changed their minds and stayed temporarily, quietly paying attention to these two people who were suspected to be from the super tribe.

The ears of orcs are generally sharp, and they can hear the conversation between Bai and Samba clearly. Some guys who think they are smart, in order to attract the attention of the two, even take out the packed things and put them on the station to make It looks like waiting for someone to come to trade. People who didn't expect it at the beginning, when they see others have put everything on display, and there is something they don't understand, they immediately imitate the example.

As a result, the rally, which was already almost over, suddenly became lively again.

The big fish has already started to bite the bait, both Wu Nuo and Bai are very patient hunters.

The two of them were not in a hurry to show their trading items, but like ordinary travelers, they ran curiously to see the trading items of each tribe, and inquired about the prices here without any trace.