Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 39 was actually a soft-shelled turtle.

Looking at the fish meat beside him, Brown swallowed hard, but managed to resist his craving and didn't touch the fish meat. He and the cubs quickly finished their lunch.

Then, carrying a whole pot of fish, along with the largest stinky flower, and also the fish scales and entrails left over from dissecting the fish, they returned to the fish cave.

Several elderly clansmen are in charge of managing the Fish Cave, but usually only one stays in the cave to watch the entrance and prevent the younger children from running out.

The other older members of the clan would hunt small prey or gather wild vegetables and fruits to improve the meals for the children in Fish Cave. However, there were too many children in Fish Cave, so most of the time it was just a drop in the ocean, and they could only occasionally change things up.

At lunchtime, the children in the Fish Cave eat a little later than the rest of the tribe, so that they can eat later in the evening, sleep longer, and not be woken up by hunger in their dreams.

The elderly clansman I had met that morning was still sitting at the door, with two jars of jam at his feet. He seemed he didn't dare leave the jam with the children and had to look after it himself.

The older members of the clan were somewhat surprised when they saw He.

"Brown? What are you doing here? What's that in your arms?" His gaze fell on the stone pot that was still steaming in Brown's arms.

A somewhat familiar yet unpleasant smell wafted over.

The elders of the tribe looked again at the giant stinky flower next to the brown tree, and saw the cub walking behind, carrying the stinky flower, but completely blocked by it. "...Why did you come here again?"

Brown, holding the stone pot in one hand, spoke with a somewhat complicated expression, "...Chong, Luo wanted to come over. She thought your turtle soup was terrible..."

The elder tribesman looked at the brown-haired man with surprise and doubt. Turtle soup was not supposed to taste good. Otherwise, why would only the children in the fish cave eat turtle? If it tasted good, wouldn't all the tribesmen have come to catch and eat it long ago?

“Luo has found a way to make soft-shelled turtles palatable, and she wants to teach you how.” He handed over the stone pot he was carrying, with a wooden spoon thoughtfully placed on it.

The older member of the tribe was somewhat incredulous; what delicious way could there be to prepare soft-shelled turtles? But the finished product seemed to be right before his eyes.

Under two expectant gazes, the elderly clansman picked up a spoon and scooped up a mouthful of soup. His eyes widened instantly, and with trembling hands, he scooped up a piece of fish.

"This...is it really a soft-shelled fish?"

In fact, the older tribesman had already tasted the soft-shelled turtle, but he still asked about it.

For a moment, tears welled up in the eyes of the elderly tribesman. Those who did not eat soft-shelled turtles year-round could not understand his feelings at this moment—it turned out that soft-shelled turtles could taste like this, instead of always having that disgusting fishy smell.

"Thank you, thank you..." He was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to start the conversation or what else he could say.

"Take us inside first," Brown said, giving the older tribesman, Insect, time to compose himself.

"Alright, alright." The elderly clansman turned around, vigorously rubbed his face a few times, then bent down, picked up the jam jar next to his seat, and led the way.

The scene inside the Fish Cave was not much different from when Jiang Luoluo made jam. There were still a group of children around, each staying in their own little cave. Except for mealtimes, they rarely left their little caves.

They are only released from the fish hole when they grow up and are able to catch fish on their own; otherwise, they can only try to reduce their activity and energy expenditure.

Compared to when Jiang Luoluo arrived in the morning, there was now a pile of fish next to the large stone pot in the center. These were the fish that had been caught while bathing and brought back by the children from Fish Cave.

The little girl was still holding the big wooden spoon, sitting next to the stone pot, with several half-dead or even dead fish piled up at her feet.

If a fish suddenly jumps up, she'll quickly grab a wooden spoon and give it a slap to keep it quiet.

Jiang Luoluo glanced at it and suddenly realized that the little girl must be the one in charge of watching the pot in the fish cave. After all, although there was a lot of water in the stone pot, there were still some pieces of fish meat in it. For these hungry children, even water could fill their stomachs.

However, the younger children cannot control their bodies, and if they drink too much soup, they will often lose control of their bladder. In order to keep the fish cave as clean as possible, they cannot be allowed to drink as much water as they want.

Also, some children are so hungry that they drink water until they choke to death.

It can only be said that many of the rules passed down in the tribe are actually lessons left by the tribespeople of the past.

The older children were not in the Fish Cave, so the elder of the tribe, Chong, looked around the cave and sent out the two oldest children, who looked about eight or nine years old, to "call Biao and the others back."

The two children ran out silently with their heads down. As they passed Jiang Luoluo, they glanced at her subtly, their expressions unreadable – whether it was envy or something else.

"Wait a while, they'll be back soon." The elderly insect clansman was somewhat excited, but he forcibly suppressed his excitement, barely maintaining his usual calm demeanor.

Little Fish King Biao was the last to return. When he came back, he was half-wet and had a soft-shelled fish as tall as him on his back.

The moment the elder insect saw him, he instantly forgot his earlier excitement and began to curse, "You went into the water again? Didn't we say that you can't go into the water when it rains? There are man-eating fish in the water! They only come out when it rains."

"It didn't fall," Little Fish King said indifferently. "I picked it up."

"You picked it up?!" The old insect clansman was about to yell when the cub beside him gently tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Jiang Luoluo pointed to the half of Little Fish King's clothes that weren't wet, and waved to the elderly tribesman insect to indicate that he really hadn't gone into the water; if he had, his clothes would have been completely wet.

The older insect-human creature paused for a moment, realizing that the young's indication did make some sense... But, such a large fish, picked up from somewhere???

Interrupted by the cubs and realizing he had indeed misunderstood, the elder insectoid paused, then let the little fish king, Biao, go. "...Alright, everyone's here now. Let me tell you something."

"Luo has discovered a way to make soft-shelled turtles taste better, and she wants to teach it to everyone."

Little Fish King Biao's gaze then fell on the cub. He didn't know much about the cub, since this was the first time he had met it today.

The first impression of Little Fish King was that the baby fish, which could not speak, was very popular.

But when Little Fish King Biao learned that the cub could exchange a very sweet fruit paste with others, he understood this "popularity." If he also had surplus items beyond survival that he could exchange for that sweet fruit paste, he would also welcome the cub.

Unfortunately, he didn't. Even though he could fight with others to snatch some fruit paste to taste, Little Fish King Biao didn't do it.

It wasn't that he had any inviolable moral sense... but rather that he knew that having tasted delicious food, he would find it even harder to accept disgusting food, so he wouldn't touch it until he had enough power to acquire more.

As for the chance encounter with the poisoned creature, it wasn't exactly a coincidence. The little fish king was looking for peace and quiet and didn't go to crowded places, so it was destined that it would run into the cub.

Since they were all members of his clan, and it was just a small favor requiring no effort from him, Little Fish King Biao led the group into the Fish Cave.

When the cub took out fruit paste to suppress the fishy smell of the fish soup and attracted the children in the fish cave, Little Fish King Biao wondered what would happen if he snatched those two jars now.

Before he could even make a move, the cubs had already enthusiastically and brightly offered the fruit paste to "them." Was it because they sensed danger? So they made the act of sacrifice to save themselves, just like the "tail-cutting escape" instinct that many prey would have, Little Fish King Biao thought.

However, when the cubs reappeared in the fish cave, Little Fish King Biao overturned his guess.

She was just sharing.

Ah, seeing the cub silently opening its mouth wide in a gesture, Little Fish King Biao glanced at the wooden bowl and spoon in front of the cub, paused for a moment, and then opened its mouth in cooperation.

A somewhat familiar yet completely different taste spread in my mouth.

It's a soft-shelled fish, Little Fish King thought to himself, it's a soft-shelled fish.