After Barrett peeled the onion, he slice the onion along the edge of the stockpot and let it fall into the pot. Take out two more apples, cut them into four pieces, remove the core, and add them to the soup as well. When the apples were simmered, Barrett crushed them with a spoon and the Takara windweed, and the soup became thicker and sweeter in an instant.

It would be nice to have some yogurt, he thought, as he sprinkled a little turmeric powder and salt into the soup. The soup has a hint of spice and a hint of apple sweetness, as well as an indescribable special smell – the distinctive smell of the Mavila parsnip, which is loved by the people of the desert kingdom of Takara.

"Wait a little longer, and everyone will be ready for a warm marvila parsnips soup. Barrett smiled and said to the crowd, "Please be polite, just as a little reward for my kind invitation." ”

"I was the first to make the offer to invite you. The timid middle-aged man said as if asking for credit, "You see, there are either old people or children on our side, and then there are women, even if two goblins come at night, we can't deal with it." We need someone as good as you to protect us, we need it!" he spoke very directly.

"Don't say that, Mr. Hayden, aren't there two men, you and me. The coachman shook his head and smiled wryly.

"How many goblins can you deal with?" the middle-aged man asked, "I can't handle any of them." He said confidently.

After the previous episodes, everyone seems to be familiar with each other. And after getting acquainted, this obese middle-aged man changed his previous cautious appearance, and his words became more.

"Is the leopard coming over?" the middle-aged man named Hayden asked Barrett again, "I haven't asked you yet......

"Just call me 'Barrett'. ”

"Mr. Barrett, I mean, will it come back and attack us again. The middle-aged man looked into the darkness in the distance, and then shuddered, trying to lean towards Barritt, but after being glared at by the latter, he returned to his place.

"It's just a young Nightblade Leopard, Mr. Hayden, probably unweaned. Barry stirred the soup in the pot and explained helplessly, "As I said, that little guy is not in any danger, and no one can attack him." "It doesn't even matter if it will survive tonight, if its mother doesn't come looking for it," as to whether it will come back again, in fact, the little creature is by the grass, and has never left. ”

"What? you mean it's still there?" the middle-aged man cried out in horror, and he suddenly stood up and looked out into the darkness outside the campfire again.

As the man moved, a slight, weak cry came from the darkness in the distance, "Ahh

"Mr. Barrett, do something, quick, this man-eating beast is coming!" Mr. Hayden began his muffled cries again.

People are timid, and the barbarians have seen some adventurers pee their pants directly frightened by the shadows in the misty forest, and some people faint to the ground in fear of a dead branch falling on their heads, but it is quite rare to be so timid as this Mr. Hayden.

When Barrett was young, he feared rats the most, because every night he dreamed that a mouse would lie on his bedside, staring at him with bright eyes, and its long, thin beard like pine needles.

Little by little, the rat would approach from the side of the bed, pricking his arm and cheek with his beard, making him feel prickly and itchy, like his father's jagged stubble.

The rat disappears from the mind, and the 'cat' emerges from the campfire. The young shadow lynx didn't seem to be afraid of them, who were much taller than it, or maybe hunger had driven it to forget its fear and have to approach them.

"Don't we really have to do something, Mr. Barrett?" asked the coachman, with some concern, "and its mother may think that we have abducted her child, and we all know that it was a misunderstanding. But to be honest, this misunderstanding is not easy to explain, unless the Nightblade Leopard also understands the lingua franca. ”

The young beast cautiously walked over to the campfire, raised its head and hissed milkily at the people around it, as if to warn the big ones in front of it that I was not to be messed with.

Not to mention, there was indeed a person who was frightened by its scream, and this person stood still and did not dare to move, like a gargoylee in the form of a statue.

The young beast tilted its head and looked at the soup pot, moving closer, half a step back. The heat and glitter of the campfire terrified the little one, but the hunger in his belly seemed even more terrible to him.

It stretched out a small paw into the air and scratched it upwards twice, as if trying to touch the black thing above the campfire that was smelling good, but it was futile.

"It's hungry. The little girl suddenly said, "Mom, is it hungry? Does it eat lemon cake?"

The young mother stroked the little girl's hair, "It's too small to eat lemon cake." She whispered softly, looking at the girl in her arms with tender eyes, and then at the young beast by the campfire.

The cubs circled around the campfire, and then again. It let out a weak cry of some anxiety, which made people feel pity.

Of course, there are not many people who are in the mood to "feel pity" at the moment. The indifferent Barrett, the middle-aged man with a frightened face, the coachman who didn't want to cause other trouble, and the old man who couldn't wake up soundly were all of the above people who clearly had no such thoughts.

"Mom, it's so pathetic. The little girl looked at the baby with sympathy, then looked up at her mother, "I want to feed it something, what does it eat?"

"Milk. The girl's mother whispered, "It should drink milk." The woman looked at Barrett.

The girl followed her mother's gaze and looked at Barrett, "Uncle, can you give Betty some milk?"

"Shadow Mountain...... Nightbladed leopards are not docile animals, and believe me, they are full of wildness. Barrett persuaded. But the mother and daughter were still looking at Barrett, and the girl's eyes were full of pleading.

"Alas......" Barrett took out an oak bowl from the spatial ring, poured some more milk into the bowl, and handed the bowl to the girl's mother.

"Thank you. The girl's mother said, "It's just that as a mother, you can't see a child suffering." ”

"Even if it's a beast?" Barrett asked rhetorically.

The woman smiled and didn't explain much. After she took the wooden bowl, she did not put the wooden bowl containing the milk directly in front of the young beast, but handed it to the little girl, and let go of the hands holding the little girl, and gave her an encouraging look.

The young girl walked up to the young beast with a frightened face holding the wooden bowl in her small hands. The young shadow lynx subconsciously made a threatening gesture with bared teeth, and the frightened little girl took a step back in panic.

The milk in the wooden bowl spilled a little on the ground with the little girl's panicked movements. The young beast put away its teeth, sniffed the milk on the ground, licked it again, then looked up at the little girl and meowed softly.

The little girl glanced back at her mother, and then, under her encouraging gaze, slowly crouched down and placed the wooden bowl on the ground.

She crouched in place and beckoned to the young beast with her fleshy arm, "Eat." She said crisply.

But before the little girl could greet her, the shadow lynx cub had already fallen to the edge of the wooden bowl and licked it quickly. It seemed to be really hungry, and even if the little girl carefully placed her palm on its body and stroked it slowly, it did not cause it to be dissatisfied or resist at all.

The fat middle-aged man said to the girl's mother with some anxiety, "How can you let her do this, how can you let her do this! Look at how sharp this beast's teeth are, believe me, it can easily tear our throats! The middle-aged man lowered his voice as if he was afraid that the terrifying beast in front of him would hear it.

The girl's mother still smiled, not a word.

Barrett noticed that in addition to the polite silence, this kind of laughter actually implied another meaning, that is, "You can say whatever you want, I don't bother to explain it to you." ”

It can be seen that this is also a woman with a lot of personality and opinions, and in Barrity's memory, women of such a character are not easy to mess with.

After the young beast drank most of the milk from the wooden bowl, it raised its head and barked at the little girl twice. It crawled up to the little girl's legs, circled around her two calves a few times, and rubbed its face lightly, causing the little girl to giggle.

The little girl stretched out her hand and picked up the beast cub, which was as young as herself, with some difficulty. The young beast did not bark its little fangs, nor did it scream in intimidation, but let the little girl carry it back to its mother's side, and let the two women, one older and one younger, continue to caress it.

The little guy was just curled up in the little girl's arms, squinting, as if he wanted to take a nap after he had eaten his fill.

A beast with a good conscience, or rather, it also knows how to 'accept gifts, and bestow shortcomings', but I still provide the milk, and you have never given me a good face, Barrett said to himself.

But I have to say that this scene is really quite warm.

Barrett shrugged his shoulders, "It's full, it's our turn, too." He took out several empty bowls from the spatial ring and scooped the Takara parsnips soup in the soup pot into the bowls one by one, "It's windy, everyone drink some soup to warm up and then rest." ”

Just as Barrett had just scooped the first bowl, the white-haired old man who had been sleeping soundly suddenly straightened up, took the soup bowl in his hand under Barrett's surprised gaze, and then drank it to himself.

"Hmm, parsnip soup, it tastes really good!" said the old man with satisfaction.

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