Surviving in the Beast World with a System-Chapter 75: Delicious

And so, Yuan Lang leaned against the wall, watching the young female prepare food.

The longer he watched, the more certain he was that he’d made a brilliant decision today. This young female was certainly a keeper.

The moment the glistening white pieces of fat were dropped into the stone pot, they let out a loud SIZZLE, and a rich aroma immediately filled the air.

The smell didn’t just affect Yuan Lang; even Qingcao, who had been inside sorting wild vegetables, came scurrying out.

Her tiny nose twitched nonstop, making her look just like a little cub searching for food.

Standing to the side, Yuan Lang inhaled the familiar scent. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he found his mouth watering uncontrollably.

"Yue, what are you making? It smells amazing."

Wu Yue smiled as she stirred the meat in the pot. "I’m just stir-frying some meat. I didn’t expect it to smell this good myself."

She had added the ginger and Sichuan peppercorns she’d found earlier while sorting dandelions, along with a pinch of chili. The enticing aroma seemed to bore right into their nostrils.

She scooped the stir-fried meat into a stone bowl, then poured some water into the pot. She brought it to a boil over high heat to blanch the dandelions.

After rinsing them in cold water a few times, she squeezed in the juice of three fruits, added crushed chilies and other seasonings, and finished it with a splash of hot oil...

The sweet and sour aroma, laced with a hint of spice, instantly filled the small space.

Since there was no table, Wu Yue divided the food into three portions.

Staring at the dressed wild vegetables and stir-fried meat before him, Yuan Lang felt a deep sense of pleasure. A look of satisfaction spread across his face.

Wu Yue held a pair of small, finely polished wooden sticks, while beside her, Qingcao was already grabbing food from her bowl with her hands and gobbling it down.

Yuan Lang, however, had his eyes fixed on the chopsticks in the young female’s hands. He asked, feigning ignorance, "What are those?"

Seeing him staring at her chopsticks, Wu Yue smiled. "The food’s too hot. It’s better to use these to pick it up."

A flicker of amusement crossed Yuan Lang’s eyes. "I want some too."

Wu Yue: "..."

’Beastman Lord, is it really okay for you to be so demanding?’

Though she was grumbling inwardly, in an age where Beastmen held such a high status, Wu Yue had no choice but to hand him a newly polished pair of chopsticks she had made for herself.

She even patiently taught the Beastman Lord how to use them.

Yuan Lang "accidentally" dropped them a few times. After several clumsy attempts, he finally succumbed to the food’s allure. He dropped the act and, with the sudden mastery of a ’Divine Beast,’ skillfully shoveled the food from his bowl into his mouth.

He even nodded from time to time, putting on the air of a great lord who was thoroughly satisfied. Wu Yue found the sight hilarious.

Qingcao, who had long since finished her own food, watched their interaction, her mind instantly concocting all the untold romantic tales between a Beastman and a young Pure Human female.

"Delicious," Yuan Lang said, nodding in satisfaction. ’This young female’s cooking is incredible. Could her family have owned a restaurant before she came to this world?’ 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Wu Yue chuckled. "Thanks for the praise."

With that, she stacked their stone bowls and the stone pot she’d cooked in, and handed the pile to Yuan Lang.

Yuan Lang: "!!!"

’What’s this? Is this young female actually expecting him, a great General, to wash the dishes?!’

Seeing his rigid expression, Wu Yue smiled and raised an eyebrow. "The two of us gathered the vegetables and did the cooking. You don’t have a problem washing one bowl, do you, Yuan Lang?"

Yuan Lang’s deep eyes locked onto the young female sitting across from him. He was screaming internally: ’Is this just one bowl?!’

’This isn’t how it’s supposed to be! Doesn’t this young female know that men are supposed to work while women keep the house? Aren’t trivial chores like this a woman’s job?’