Like all females, Ji Nuan, the original owner of this body, also did not like to drink blood. The warm liquid that flowed into her stomach through her throat, the rusty sweet tang of it permeating every sense, made Ji Nuan involuntarily shiver with disgust.
If the native inhabitants couldn't stand the taste, she held no hope for herself. She could only hope to find some salt before the next time she had to drink blood.
Small bubbles slowly started to arise in the stone pot filled with water, with splashes blooming on the water surface.
Ji Nuan placed the cleaned wild chicken into it, picked out some washed fruits from her basket, crushed them randomly with her stone knife, and threw them into the pot.
Watching the chunks of fruit rise and fall in the pot, Ji Nuan felt a sense of indescribable tranquility and satisfaction.
A relatively healthy body, a peaceful life; although somewhat hard, as long as she worked hard, she could always survive.
Perhaps it was the warm afternoon sun, or perhaps the atmosphere within the tribe was too peaceful and serene, but Ji Nuan ended up dozing off right by the fire, leaning against the wall of the cave.
A beam of sunlight sneaked into the cave and shone on her dirty, thin face, casting it in an oddly attractive light.
Only when the tantalizing aroma wafted from the stone pot filled with chicken soup did Ji Nuan wake up from her dream.
Following the smell, Ji Nuan saw the golden film of chicken oil, covering the surface of the soup like a blanket.
She took a wooden spoon that she had prepared earlier, pushed aside the golden chicken oil, and was greeted by the clear soup underneath.
One sip was enough to make her shiver. The rich fragrance, sweet and warm, lingered in her mouth for a long while.
There was a hint of fruit mixed in, along with the tender chicken, making it incredibly savory.
Reluctantly putting down her spoon, she covered the stone pot with big leaves, removed the still burning firewood from under the pot, and let the chicken soup simmer over the embers.
Ji Nuan picked a roast chicken from another fire, brushed the burnt clay off the outside, and peeled back the leaves. The aroma of meat, fruit, and leaves instantly hit her.
Her mouth felt like a broken faucet, producing saliva non-stop.
She couldn't resist tearing a fragrant chicken leg and taking a large bite. The chicken was tender and flavorful, leaving her wanting more.
Before she had a chance to savor it completely, one chicken leg had already been devoured.
Looking outside, it was clear that the sun had clocked out for the day. The square in front of the tribe was booming with animal noises, and the roars of Orcs were heard from all directions; it was extremely lively.
It must be the Hunting Team returning. At this time, most Orc Families would gather in the square to handle the game.
She pulled over her basket and put the remaining roast chickens from the fire into it.
Ji Nuan hoisted the basket onto her back and started moving towards a nearby cave. From a distance, she could see four tall figures at the cave entrance, processing their catch.
There was also a chubby little wolf pup frolicking about. It occasionally scratched at the Beast Skins worn by its father and brothers, then bounced off to roll around with its playmates. It was healthy and spirited, clearly raised exceedingly well.
Orcs have incredibly sharp hearing; Ji Nuan had hardly approached Uncle Xiu Li's house when the four tall Orcs collectively gave her their attention.
Suddenly being the focus of the four handsome creatures, Ji Nuan's dirty, thin cheeks unconsciously flushed.
Pursing her lips, her voice trembling slightly, Ji Nuan looked up at the handsome middle-aged Uncle at the cave entrance, "Uncle Xiu Li, I've brought you some food!"