Chapter 117

“Kneading dough?” Yan Hua asked, confused.

Yu Ying crouched down, resting her hands on her knees and her chin on her hands, and asked, “Shaman, is this ‘dough’ edible?”

“Of course it’s edible. You’ll love it,” Su Bai nodded confidently and continued, “Xiao Yu, give me two wild chicken eggs.”

“Alright,” Yu Ying handed over two wild chicken eggs.

Su Bai cracked the two wild chicken eggs into the grain powder and began to knead the mixture.

“I never thought wild chicken eggs could be eaten this way,” Yu Ying said, touching her chin with her index finger.

People in the Tribe generally did not eat eggs. Firstly, they did not know how to eat them, and secondly, they did not taste good.

They usually ate them raw, initially biting them open, but later, learned to crack them open and drink the liquid. However, because the taste was not very good, they stopped eating them often. They also tried roasting them in the fire, but they often could not control the heat well, resulting in completely charred eggs.

Over time, these wild chicken eggs were just collected and stored, available for anyone who wanted to eat them – in case of an emergency.

“Shaman, why are you cracking the wild chicken eggs into the mixture?” Yu Ying asked, looking eager to try.

“It helps bind the powder together to form dough,” Su Bai explained as he continued kneading.

Yan Hua crouched left and right, like a curious child, intently watching the kneading process.

A few minutes later, after mixing the grain powder with water and wild chicken eggs, it slowly formed into a green dough ball.

Yu Ying’s pink eyes widened in surprise, and she covered her mouth, saying, “Shaman, the powder is changing!”

Su Bai smiled slightly and continued kneading the dough until it became completely smooth and fine.

He picked up a stick, washed it with water, and began to roll out the dough.

The fox eared girl and the cow horned girl were both very curious, staring intently at Su Bai’s actions, their minds full of questions.

After rolling the dough flat, Su Bai used a stone knife to cut it into long strips.

He continued rolling the strips of dough with the wooden stick and looked up, instructing, “Xiao Yu, take a stone pot, add some water, and put it on the fire to boil.”

“Oh, oh… alright,” Yu Ying nodded, coming back to her senses, and reluctantly stood up, saying, “I’ll do it right away.”

The fox eared girl walked away, constantly looking back at Su Bai’s actions, her face full of lingering interest.

Yan Hua brushed all her black hair behind her, her red eyes blinking non-stop, resisting the urge to reach out and touch.

Her fingers kept moving unnaturally as she asked, “Shaman, can I try?”

“Sure, but first watch me do it once. Don’t use too much force,” Su Bai said, worried that the cow horned girl might accidentally mash the noodles into paste.

Although she was a Warrior Trainee, her strength was no joke. If not careful, the dough might be ruined.

“Don’t worry, Shaman. I’ve watched you do it many times,” Yan Hua said, looking confident.

The cow horned girl took the wooden stick and crouched in front of the stone slab, beginning to follow the steps, one by one.

The wooden stick rubbed against the wooden board, making a gurgling sound, and the cut noodles were flattened into sheets.

Yan Hua wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and looked up with a grin, asking, “Shaman, did I do alright?”

“You did very well. Let me take over from here,” Su Bai said, picking up the stone knife and cutting the rolled-out dough sheets. With each cut, the wide sheets were sliced into thin, long noodles. Soon, a pile of knife-cut noodles accumulated on one side.

Yan Hua took a small piece and put it in her mouth, her face scrunching up before quickly spitting it out.

She kept patting her tongue, complaining, “Shaman, this tastes weird. Can we really eat this?”

“Hahaha…” Su Bai laughed, shaking his head helplessly, “It’s not ready to eat yet. We still need to cook it first.”

He was amused by the cow horned girl’s innocent behaviour, with noodle bits at the corners of her mouth.

“I thought we could just eat it directly,” Yan Hua said, grimacing at the memory of the taste.

“Shaman, I’ve placed the stone pot on the fire. It should boil soon,” Yu Ying’s soft voice rang out.

Su Bai picked up a handful of the freshly cut noodles and stood up, “In that case, let’s go cook the noodles.”

“Cook the noodles?” Yu Ying asked, a bit slow to catch on.

Yan Hua also picked up a handful of green noodles, grinning as she said, “The Shaman said we can eat them once they’re cooked.”

“Really?” Yu Ying asked excitedly, her fox ears twitching.

“Xiao Yu, bring the dried meat over, and two more wild chicken eggs,” Su Bai said, arranging the ingredients for the noodle soup.

“Alright,” Yu Ying replied cheerfully, going to prepare the items, starting to look forward to the finished dish.

When Su Bai and the others entered into the Main Teepee, the first sound they heard was the gurgling sound of boiling water.

He put the green noodles in his hands into the boiling water and turned to say, “Ah’Hua, put your noodles in too.”

“Okay.” Yan Hua tossed the noodles in.

After the green noodles were added into the stone pot, the boiling water quickly settled down.

Yu Ying placed the items she was carrying on the stone table and said, “Shaman, I’ve brought the things you asked for.”

“Good.” Su Bai took the two wild chicken eggs and walked to the stone pot, waiting for the water to boil again.

Yu Ying obediently crouched by the stone pot, her pink eyes following the rising steam.

As the water in the stone pot began to boil again, Su Bai cracked the two wild chicken eggs he was holding. He then added some wild vegetables and salt. After that, he took the Fruit Knife and cut several slices of meat, tossing them in as well.

A few minutes later, Su Bai lifted the stone pot off the fire, the corners of his mouth turning up as he said, “It’s ready. We can now eat.”

Yan Hua rubbed her hands together in anticipation and said, “Shaman, you eat first.”

Yu Ying immediately picked up a stone bowl, scooped out a bowl of noodles with a wooden stick, and passed it over, saying softly, “Shaman, here you go.”

“Alright.” Su Bai took the stone bowl, ready to taste his creation.