Mo Yan put away the things he brought back, and helped the snow kite dry the marinated meat with the little milk bag. With Mo Yan's addition, the speed is much faster.

When all the meat was put away, the snow kite was a little tired and sweated a lot. Mo Heng wiped the sweat of her and the little milk bag with his generous palm.

Xue Kite looked at Mo Yan's still refreshing face, and felt a little depressed. Her physique is not as good as that of orcs, and her strength is also small, and she thinks that she must strengthen her training in the future, so that she can adapt to life here as soon as possible.

Mo Yan thought differently from her, the little female was delicate and frail, and she couldn't do any heavy work, so she had to take care of it.

His little female is very capable, but he would prefer that she rely more on herself.

As an orc, he enjoys the feeling of being needed. He doesn't mind pampering his little female, and he doesn't mind if his female is capable or not.

Just like the females of the tribe, most of them are protected by orcs. Females are very precious to the tribe, and with females, the tribe can continue to reproduce.

He seemed to be looking forward to the day when he and the little female had a cub, and he didn't know what their little cub would look like.

Coming back to his senses, Mo Yan pushed the fruit in front of him to the little milk bag and the snow kite and let them taste it.

It was his newfound fruit today, black and sweet, and he thought they would like it.

When the snow kite saw the fruit in front of her, her eyes lit up. She didn't expect that there would be grapes here, after all, the temperature was very low at this time, and it was no longer suitable for grapes to grow.

Snow Kite tore a few grapes from the bunch of grapes, the grapes here were bigger, they tasted better in her mouth, and there was a cold feeling, and she felt the heat all over her body, which dissipated a lot.

The little milk bag on the side stared at the grapes, blinking and staring. Mo Yan saw it and pulled some grapes for him. The little milk bag took it and ate one, showing a satisfied expression.

Thinking that his father didn't eat it, he took another one and handed it to Mo Yan's mouth.

Mo Yan leaned over, sucked the grapes into it with his mouth, and touched the head of the little milk bag, the expression on his face softened a little.

"Yun'er has grown up and knows that she loves her father."

Hearing Mo Yan's words, the little milk bag crossed her waist, with an arrogant expression, and Mo Yan couldn't laugh or cry.

The snow kite on the side also covered its mouth and laughed non-stop. The little milk bag looked at her mother and father and smiled, and she also learned in a good way, and laughed a few times.

Mo Yan didn't bring many grapes, and after eating some, the rest was collected by the snow kite and prepared to be used as raisins.

The little milk bag originally wanted to eat some, but when she heard that her mother wanted to use grapes to make it delicious, she had some expectations in her heart, and she no longer shouted to eat grapes.

The meat that my mother roasted with salt last time was very fragrant, and he still remembers it. Now he is a little unaccustomed to eating barbecue without salt.

After lunch, Snow Kite felt a little sleepy and lay down on a straw mat, ready to sleep for a while.

The little milk bag has been sticking to her recently, and she also lies on the straw mat and pulls her arm to sleep together.

Mo Yan rested for a while, and waited until they fell asleep before turning around and leaving to continue hunting in the forest.

The afternoon sun was warm, shining along the stone cave on the faces of the sleeping people, and the mother and son snuggled up to each other, peaceful and peaceful.

As the temperature gets higher and higher, the moisture of the meat that is left outside to dry gradually dissipates, leaving the firm meat and gradually turning into jerky.

Mo Yan and the orcs he hunted were very diligent these days, and they had stored a lot of prey. Thinking that the little female wanted the black fruit to be useful, Mo Yan went to the east side of the forest again and picked a lot of them.

When the snow kite woke up, the little milk bag was still asleep, with saliva at the corner of her mouth, and a shallow pear vortex appeared on her fleshy little face.

She pinched the face of the little milk bag, and looked at the cub who was as fat as a white ball, and only felt very cute.

was pinched in the face, the little milk bag was a little unhappy, frowned, waved his little hand, and turned over. It wasn't until I felt more comfortable that I stopped.

The snow kite went outside to look at the dried meat she had sun, and reached out to pinch it. The moisture in the jerky is almost dry, and you can eat it after another day of drying.

The sun soon set, and the orcs came in through the door with their prey in their hands and laughing and laughing at the end of the day.

Looking from afar, Mo Yan saw the snow kite at the entrance of the village. She stood there quietly, waiting for Mo Yan's return.

Mo Yan's pace quickened, and he walked up to him, hugged her, and sniffed her smell.

His little female actually came here to wait for him, and this feeling made him feel very good.

He seemed to be looking forward to the sight of the little female standing here waiting for him when he returned to the tribe.

He hoped that every day when he returned from hunting, there would be such a person, standing here quietly, waiting for his safe return.

"Ah Yan, I miss you a little."

Hearing her gentle voice, the strength of Mo Yan's arm increased a little more, and he gently tapped her lips with his fingertips.

I don't know when Snow Kite started to miss him too. As long as I saw his figure, the unhappiness in my heart instantly dissipated.

This feeling is probably happiness, she thought.

"You said you wanted black fruit, I picked it today, and I picked a lot."

Snow Kite looked at his resolute face, and although it felt cold, the tenderness in his eyes was impossible to ignore.

She mentioned it casually, and the man took it to heart. It was important to store the prey, but he remembered what she had asked for, which moved her so much that her eyes were clouded with a layer of mist.

No one had ever cared so much about her, and no one had ever cared what she said. In this unfamiliar world, there is such a person who regards himself as a treasure and does his best to spoil her and love her.

She didn't know how she was going to repay him for everything he had given her.

Seeing her shed tears, Mo Yan frowned, a little uncomfortable, wondering if he had done something wrong and made her unhappy.

Mo Yan wiped her tears with his hand, and he didn't like the way the little female cried. She made his heart ache like this.

"Why are you crying, did I do something wrong and make you unhappy?"

Snow Kite shook her head at him, he always did this, taking care of her emotions. I'm good to myself, but I always feel that it's not enough.

Even if he cried, or even frowned, it would make him feel uneasy.

Thinking of this, she resisted the urge to shed tears and smiled at her. If he is so good, he shouldn't always accommodate himself.

"No, I'm just too impressed. You're so good to me, I don't even know what to do. ”

Hearing her say that she was fine, Mo Yan's slightly frowning brows slowly stretched, and the corners of his mouth raised a beautiful arc.

"You don't need to do anything, just love me well."

Mo Yan just hugged her like this, carrying the black fruit and prey in his hand, and flew towards the stone cave.

The little milk bag woke up, scratched the little hand, didn't touch the mother's hand, and instantly opened her eyes wide and looked around in the hole for her figure.

Until she saw Mo Yan come back with her, she breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that his mother was gone, but he promised his father that he would protect his mother well.

Mo Yan gently put down the snow kite, lit a fire on the side, and roasted the prey on the fire. Thinking that the meat with salt would be more delicious, he took out the clay pot with the salt powder and sprinkled some on it.

Together with the little milk bag, the snow kite carried the dried meat outside into the stone cave. The hole is warm and dry, and the jerky will not stick to the water.

The next morning, when the sun came out, Mo Yan moved the stones out of the meat drying stone, and then went to the forest to hunt with the orcs.

When the snow kite woke up, he found that he had already moved the stone out, and his heart was very moved.

Mo Yan is really good to her, and she should be better to her. She decided to use her talents to help him find more food and help the tribe survive the cold season.

Snow Kite peels the grapes that Mo Yan brought back, and the grapes here have no seeds, making them easier to handle.

When the little milk bag woke up, she saw that she was peeling her skin, so she offered to come over and help. Sometimes the little milk bag can't help it, and the peeled grapes are eaten in the mouth.

This kind of grape he thinks is more delicious. It turned out that this fruit was eaten like this, and when his mother threw the skin away yesterday, he thought it was very strange, but now he understands what is going on.

When the snow kite was busy and was about to take a bunch of grapes, she found that the little milk bag was holding the grapes and stuffing them into her mouth, and the little milk bag didn't dare to look at her, so she turned her head and quickly swallowed the grapes into her stomach.

The little milk bag's face was a little red, like a child who had done something wrong. It's so embarrassing, she was seen by her mother, will she say herself?

Snow Kite didn't know what Little Milk Bag was thinking, but she just thought the cub was funny and touched her head.

Seeing that her mother didn't say anything about herself, the little milk bag breathed a sigh of relief and concentrated on peeling the grapes.

After making it, the little milk bag found a large stone and put the grapes on it.

I don't know what the black fruit can make, he licked his lips with some anticipation, sat on the side and waited.