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Chapter 339 - 410 ORC tribe 10

Everything in this world was original, and coconut juice was especially delicious.

Then these sweet potatoes, if they could be found, must be especially delicious, right?

Thinking of this, Xia Ling was now extremely hungry.

On the way back from the forest, Xia Ling paid attention to the forest's plants. She found cumin, chili, and coriander.

In order to make it convenient for the future, Xia Ling took one of each and dug up the plants along with the soil. She stored them in the space and would plant them after she returned to the tribe.

After Searle picked up the tree branches, Xia Ling used the stupid method of drilling wood to make a fire and lit the fire.

Then, there was a long white stone beside the stream.

She moved the stone over and heated it on the fire. Then, she smeared a thick layer of avocado on the stone.

Xia Ling found the avocado from the pile of fruits that the puppet had brought over.

The way she smeared it now was to use it as oil to prevent the flesh of the crucian carp from sticking to the stone.

The hot stone quickly melted the flesh of the avocado. Then, Xia Ling placed the inch-long silver fishes on the hot stone one by one.

When the fish meat was hot, she sprinkled a layer of cumin and chili on it.

Was this the stone-grilled fish of the primitive society?

When the fish meat was gradually cooked, the fragrance of cumin mixed with the chili meat drifted out.

Watching from the side, Searle watched as Xia Ling crushed the grass and sprinkled it on the small fish.

At first, he was very dissatisfied. He felt that the female was changing her ways and wanted to feed him grass.

However, when the fragrance wafted out, Searle's claws pressed on his stomach!

Rumble, his stomach rang again.

It was small in size and could not eat much meat. Usually, he could only climb trees in the forest and steal some bird eggs to eat

At noon, it killed the little bald eagle and ate two bald eagle eggs.

So the bald eagle chased after it with all its might.

...

It was not so hungry now, but the smell was so fragrant!

It was so hungry that its saliva almost flowed out. Searle could not help but jump to Xia Ling's side.

It looked at the stone with eager eyes. There was a fire under it, and it did not dare to touch it. It only dared to look at it that way.

Xia Ling broke two tree branches and used them as chopsticks to turn the little silver fish back and forth.

It was cooked!

She picked it up and took a bite.

Ah! This taste was spicy and carried the taste of cumin. The fish meat was very tasty.

The outside of the silver fish was soaked in the fragrance of avocado, and it was roasted until it was crisp.

The most important thing was that Xia Ling did not find any salt and planned to eat it.

But now, this fish in Xia Ling's mouth actually tasted a little salty?

While Xia Ling was thinking, the little leopard cried out anxiously when it saw that she had already eaten the fish but did not give it to him.

"Ow! I want to eat it! Female, I want to eat it! Ow!"

It circled around the stone.

In the end, it really could not stand the fragrance, so it clawed at it.

With an "ow" sound, the whole leopard rolled back.

The scalding stone burned a piece of his claw.

Xia Ling picked up the little leopard, took some spring water from the bamboo tube, and treated his burn.

On the other side, Xia Ling picked up another large leaf.

She picked up the grilled silver fish with chopsticks, placed it on the leaf, and placed it on a flat stone for Searle to eat.

The smell of the fish made Searle forget about the pain after he recovered from his scar. He rolled up his tongue and ate a small fish quickly.

The numbing and spicy taste made him stick out his tongue.

However, his jade-green leopard eyes stared at Xia Ling with eager eyes. He still had not eaten enough of the small fish.

Xia Ling glanced at him. "You want to eat it? Come and get it from the stone slab!"

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