Having said that, several men expressed their attitudes, even if they made promises, Mo Yi'er chose to trust them. She still understands these men, and if she says them, she will do them. They believe in the gods, and if they say it and can't do it, they will be punished by the gods.

Mo Yi'er was relieved, and there was a little smile on her face, which made the hearts of several men also relax. Their love is very affected by Mo Yi'er, if Mo Yi'er has a smile, they are happy, Mo Yi'er frowned, they are worried, if Mo Yi'er is sad and tears, they will be even more distressed. Their eyes and hearts are always attracted by Mo Yi'er, as if they are enchanted and tricked!

This is love!

In fact, Mo Yi'er also felt their intentions, and at the same time repaid them in her own way. Cook for them, pour water, hug them, kiss them. It may seem like a trivial thing, but just a very small thing can warm their hearts.

Early the next morning, Mo Yi'er came to have breakfast with the old leader, and she came with Simala. Yan Yan was still in the old leader's shed, serving the old leader with her hands and feet. From wearing animal skin clothes to serving broth, he was very careful.

This made Simora feel very satisfied, and he would be much more relieved that someone took such good care of his father. Yan Yan saw Mo Yi'er and Si Mo pull in the door, so she spread animal skin cushions for the two of them beside the old leader, and the two nodded to her and thanked her, and then sat down.

"Here you are, boy!" The old leader smiled, he liked it very much, Simala brought Mo Yi'er to use the morning broth with him, and felt warm in his heart.

"Yes, Father, Mo Yi'er and I came to have breakfast with you. Did you sleep well last night? ”

"Very good, very good, this animal skin is very warm!" The old leader pointed to the tiger skin that had been folded up by Yan Yan, which had been given to him by Simola. He originally had a piece of his own, but it had been years and had been broken. According to his qualifications, he is fully qualified to use tiger skins, but he is old, and it is normal for young people not to give him tiger skins. He didn't expect that his son would hunt tiger skins so lightly and give them to him, and later heard that in Mo Yi'er's tribe, there is no shortage of tiger skins, and he was even more proud of his son and Mo Yi'er.

"If you like it, when it's cold in a few days, I'll add another piece of black bear skin for you to lay underneath." Mo Yi'er smiled and said to the old leader that the black bear skin was thicker than the tiger skin, and it was more suitable to be spread under the body.

"Good, good, all good boys!" Before the old leader came, his face was full of sadness, but when he arrived here, his smile increased.

While she was talking and laughing, Yan Yan went to bring back the broth of the old leader and Mo Yi'er, which was served in a clay pot, and also took four wooden bowls and spoons. Now the tribesmen of the Flowing Cliff tribe can also use the tableware used by Mo Yi'er.

Mo Yi'er stretched out her hand and wanted to help serve the broth, she would help every time, but this time she was avoided by Yan Yan with a smile. "Mo Yi'er, let's do it with me!"

Mo Yi'er didn't think much about it, and sat next to Simala again.

Yan Yan first filled the old leader with a full bowl of broth, and then Simola, which was also full. Next was Mo Yi'er and herself, but by this time, her bowl was only half full, and she pursed her lips and handed it to Mo Yi'er.

Mo Yi'er didn't care, just beckoned the old leader to start the meal and bowed his head to drink the soup.

Simora noticed the difference between her bowl and Mo Yi'er's bowl, scooped the soup in the bowl into Mo Yi'er's bowl with a spoon, and put the meat over.

Mo Yi'er shook her head with a smile: "No, I'm not hungry yet!" When she woke up in the morning, she drank a strong glass of wine, and there was no hunger in her stomach.

"You have to eat more and grow more meat." Simola didn't care if Mo Yi'er was hungry or not, she just wanted her to have a lot of long meat.

When the two were sweet, Yan Yan stretched out her hand to stop Simara. She used to sit on the old chief's side today, but now she didn't pay attention to it, and sat down on the other side of Simora. "Silka, you eat, we are women, how can we eat so many things!" After speaking, he glanced at Mo Yi'er meaningfully.

Mo Yi'er was not hungry and didn't want to eat a lot, but when Yan Yan said this, she was unhappy. "Yanyan, what do you mean by that? Do you want me to be hungry? ”

"Hehe, Mo Yi'er, I didn't mean that, you also said you weren't hungry just now." Yan Yan still had a smile on her face, but it made Mo Yi'er feel very uncomfortable.

"I wasn't hungry just now, but now I'm hungry again." Mo Yi'er thought that no matter what she and her man were, they couldn't lose face outside. Here, although no one calls her the leader, she is the leader-like storage zài, Yan Yan smiled on the surface, but the words she said did not mean the slightest respect.

"Then give you my one!" Yan Yan didn't argue with Mo Yi'er, she just gave Mo Yi'er her share, but it seemed that Mo Yi'er was ignorant.

Mo Yi'er felt more and more uncomfortable in her heart, and brushed away Yan Yan's bowl, but her movements were gentle, and she didn't knock it over, wasting food is not allowed here. "No, there is no shortage of food in the tribe."

"Mo Yi'er, of course I know that there is no shortage of food, but the cold weather is coming, I think it's better to save some!"

Yan Yan said this, and the old leader nodded in agreement. "You should save food, if it snows on a cold day, you can't get out of the cave, what if you don't have food?"

"Old Chief, you don't have to worry about this at all, we will definitely not run out of food." Mo Yi'er swore that there was a lot of meat in their warehouse, but the people of the Cliff tribe didn't know about it. They just saw the food that Mo Yi'er distributed to them every day.

Seeing Mo Yi'er swearing like this, the old leader was not relieved, but showed worry on his face. "Kid, I know you're smart and capable. But the cold weather is terrible, so it's better to be prepared. ”

Mo Yi'er could only nod, but she didn't expect to be disturbed unpleasantly by Yan Yan in the morning. If she was thinking about the food of the tribe, it would be fine, but Mo Yi'er always felt that she had no good intentions.

The meal broke up unhappily, and the matter that Mo Yi'er was going to mention to the old leader was also opened up because of Yan Yan's presence, and it seemed that she had to find another time. She got up early to leave, and Simela also wanted to leave, but was stopped by Yan Yan at the door, saying that the old leader had something to say, but Mo Yi'er had extraordinary ears, and she didn't hear the old leader say half a word in the shed. But she didn't stop her, she just smiled meaningfully at Yan Yan: "In that case, I'll leave first, and you can talk slowly." With that, he looked at Simala again and winked at him.