Why did their stomachs suddenly feel so full? Why didn't the food smell as appetizing anymore?
One by one, they began to look at Yuan Lang with irritation. Breaking away from their chummy huddles, they slung their arms over each other's shoulders and dispersed, plotting how to deal with that smug beast.
Seeing his tribesmen gradually leave, Yuan Lang finally took two steps back.
Before Wu Yue could have an outburst, he looked at the two large vats in the courtyard. "Are these two vats for water, or something else? Do you need my help?"
The stream of grumbling Wu Yue was about to unleash was instantly stuck in her throat.
'For cat's sake, isn't that a rather quick change of subject?'
Wu Yue shot him a fierce glare. "I want to cure some salt pork, but the temperature is too high right now. I need to move them into the old Storage Cave where we used to keep food."
