Chapter 148 - 150: A Competitive Night Watch

Chapter 148: Chapter 150: A Competitive Night Watch

Su Luoluo tore off a piece of egg pancake and popped it into her mouth. After chewing for a moment, she said slowly, "I’m not sure myself, but I have been feeling a little unwell these past few days."

As soon as she spoke, Fu Feng was the only one who froze on the spot, his face looking as if it had turned to stone.

The other four men’s faces lit up with joy. This was especially true for Mo Xuan; it was practically written all over his face that he was about to become a Father.

Xi Yi’s expression barely changed upon hearing the news. It was hard to tell if it was because he felt it had nothing to do with him or because he wasn’t surprised. In any case, he remained impassive.

After speaking, Su Luoluo went back to eating the corn in her hand. But after a few more bites, she realized their intense gazes hadn’t let up. She had no choice but to put down her corn and glance at them all again. "What is it now?"

’Why is breakfast so complicated?’

Mo Xuan fidgeted, then asked with unconcealed anticipation, "So, what kind of cub is it?"

She had made a fool of herself asking the System the exact same question yesterday. Hearing Mo Xuan say it now, she gave him a commiserating eye-roll. "How would I know? Not unless it’s born."

At her words, Mo Xuan scratched his head, a little embarrassed. "I thought you’d know."

’Me? Know?’

’Who could possibly know something like that for sure?’

After hearing that Su Luoluo was also uncertain, the men finally withdrew their intense stares.

However, while things seemed calm on the surface, a storm was brewing in each of their hearts.

’Su Luoluo didn’t say whose it was... Does that mean it could be any of ours?’

The thought that Su Luoluo might be carrying their own cub made their hearts pound with uncontrollable excitement.

After breakfast, Su Luoluo pointed to a neat pile of wheat sheaves stacked to one side. "Like we agreed yesterday, you guys are grinding this wheat today!"

The six men nodded and got to work with gusto.

Ever since the tribe had learned to refine its own salt, they no longer needed to hunt as many animals to trade for it. As a result, Luan Ting wasn’t as busy as he used to be, so he joined the other beastmen in their work after the meal.

After showing them how to grind the wheat into flour, Su Luoluo sat at a nearby round table, feeling bored.

Xiao Ye came over with a rabbit and placed it in her arms. "You’re in charge of feeding it today."

Su Luoluo’s eyes lit up when she saw the white rabbit. "This is the same one from before."

"Yes. I’ve been taking care of it," Xiao Ye said, his tone casual.

But Su Luoluo felt a pang of guilt. After Xiao Ye had given her the rabbit, she had been so busy with other things that she’d almost forgotten it existed.

If Xiao Ye hadn’t brought it to her just now, she would have completely forgotten she even had a rabbit.

She felt quite guilty about it.

Thinking of this, her cheeks flushed slightly as she said, "I’ll take good care of it."

Mo Xuan saw Xiao Ye giving the rabbit to Su Luoluo and couldn’t help but grumble to himself, ’Xiao Ye sure has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. If I’d known a rabbit would keep him in Su Luoluo’s thoughts, forget a rabbit, I’d have given her a leopard.’

While Su Luoluo was carefully feeding the rabbit, Su Nuannuan was somewhere else, digging up clay to make beggar’s chicken.

After escaping from the Wolf Clan Tribe, she had ended up in the Black Pig Tribe.

’These pigs are a bit ugly, but they’re surprisingly strong.’

’To think they’re actually one of the dominant powers here on Fengqi Mountain.’

The day she’d hastily fled, she had collapsed from exhaustion and been rescued by the Black Pig Leader, Hei Feng.

Luckily, it had been dark, so he hadn’t been able to see her true face. The next day, after she applied her pearl powder and emerged, the tribespeople treated her like a Goddess, saying they had never seen a female as beautiful as her.

Being adored and the center of attention once more, Su Nuannuan finally felt like she was truly alive again.

’This is the real me, not the Su Nuannuan who had to hide in a corner while people pointed and whispered.’

However, she knew that in a new tribe, just being beautiful might win over the beastmen, but it wouldn’t necessarily earn her the acceptance of the other females.

’So I have to show my value to the tribe, to secure my position here. Most importantly, I need these people’s complete trust. Su Luoluo ruined me... I won’t let her get away with it so easily.’

’And there’s nothing like good food to make people like you.’

The food in this tribe was no different from what Lan Ya used to make—just some roasted meat and wild fruit. There was no novelty to it.

’Making them a beggar’s chicken, something they’ve never seen before, will be enough to blow their minds.’

Back when Su Luoluo had taught the tribe how to make beggar’s chicken, she had paid close attention, thinking it might come in handy one day.

She never thought that day would actually come.

’Of course, I had imagined myself shining brightly in Su Luoluo’s absence, not squatting in some mountain forest digging up mud.’

She painstakingly caught a few chickens, marinated them with the seasonings she remembered from Su Luoluo’s recipe, wrapped them in large leaves, and then coated them in mud. Finally, she buried them in the embers of a fire to cook.

The members of the Black Pig Tribe, having never seen such a strange cooking method, asked doubtfully, "Can you eat a chicken after covering it with mud?"

"It looks so dirty. Are we supposed to eat the mud later?"

Hei Feng also frowned as he watched Su Nuannuan coat the chickens in mud. "Nuannuan, are you sure we can eat this?"

Su Nuannuan’s expression didn’t change when she heard Hei Feng’s doubt, but inwardly she was filled with disgust. ’He’s nothing compared to Xiao Ye and Mo Xuan,’ she thought.

’They never doubted Su Luoluo when she did this.’

Despite her thoughts, she smiled gently at Hei Feng. "Of course we can. Once it’s cooked, we’ll crack off the mud, and we’ll be able to eat the juicy chicken inside."

After roasting for a while, the chickens were finally cooked. The aroma of fresh leaves and savory meat instantly captivated everyone in the Black Pig Tribe.

Su Nuannuan handed out pieces to each of them. After tasting it, everyone was shocked. They never imagined chicken roasted in mud could be so delicious.

They immediately warmed up to Su Nuannuan. "Nuannuan, what’s this dish called? It’s amazing!"

The words "Beggar’s Chicken" were on the tip of Su Nuannuan’s tongue, but she caught herself and said, "This is my own creation. I call it Warm Chicken."

’Beggar’s Chicken? What an ugly name.’

’It’s much better to name it after myself. That way, whenever anyone in the tribe makes this chicken, they’ll think of me, Su Nuannuan, the one who taught them.’

Primitive tribes had a custom of naming things after people, so no one found her statement odd. Instead, they were amazed that Su Nuannuan could invent such delicious food on her own.

They all nodded in agreement. "Nuannuan, this Warm Chicken is delicious!"

Hei Feng gazed at her with adoration. "Meeting you is a blessing for our tribe."

Su Nuannuan shot Hei Feng a bashful look and said with a smile, "Oh, this is nothing. When I have time, I can also show everyone how to make milk tea and create pottery."

The people of the Black Pig Tribe had never heard of such things. The more she spoke, the more incredible they thought she was, and the more they grew to like her.

Su Luoluo had thought that being pregnant with a cub meant she could finally relax and enjoy a period of bliss without having to manage anyone. But when she returned to her small hut that evening, she found six men standing in a neat line at her door.

Su Luoluo stared at the six of them, completely dumbfounded. "Is there something you all need?"

A determined glint in his eyes, Fu Feng announced, "For the cub’s safety, we’ll be standing watch for you at night, starting today. Luoluo, pick one of us!"

’I have to seize this chance.’