Da Shi stared in disbelief. "This thing can make food?"
Seeing their dumbfounded expressions, Wu Yue brought out a basket of taro. "See this? You put the food in here, place a wooden bucket under the outlet to catch what comes out, and then you push the stone mill in a circle."
The two nodded skeptically. Uncle Dashi, using his superior strength, outmuscled his own son to claim the job.
A Beastman's strength was a given. Da Shi watched as he fed the taro in one by one and a liquid slurry streamed out. The leftover pulp, meanwhile, was collected by Wuyue.
By the time the entire basket of taro was processed, they had collected half a bucket of taro liquid.
"How are we supposed to eat this?"
Shi Lin bent over, curiously eyeing the pulp Wuyue had collected in a separate bucket.
"This pulp can be mixed with some flour to make flatbreads, or we can use it to feed the animals we've captured. That will help them grow bigger and stronger."
