Chapter 855 - 854: Butt on Fire
The Shaman looked at Bosson with a complex expression and finally revealed a hint of a smile on his wrinkled old face, "You eat too."
Bosson was distributing the purple fruit porridge to the orcs while patting his muscular abdomen, "I had already eaten when I got up, and not much time has passed since then, I’m not hungry at all. You guys go ahead and eat."
Bowman and Hei Tu, both of whom had already tasted the food of the Watson Tribe, naturally knew just how delicious these dishes were.
As soon as Bosson finished speaking, the two orcs picked up their face-sized porcelain bowls and slurped up the sweet and glutinous purple fruit porridge, even skillfully soaking their bread in the porridge.
Sipping the porridge and munching on the bread which tasted even better for having been soaked in it, they savored a big mouthful of spicy, salty, and fragrant meat slices.
That taste...
Tsk~ simply couldn’t be any better.
Seeing their Clan Leader and the Shaman start eating, the orcs no longer held back and tentatively took sips of porridge.
Soon after, a hint of green glinted in their eyes, and one by one, they grabbed their spoons, and a basin of meat slices didn’t last very long before it had fulfilled its purpose.
Join the clean plate club, starting with me.
Looking at the three empty utensils, the orcs scratched their heads with a bit of embarrassment and started talking with Bosson, as it’s hard to speak out with a ’short mouth’ after having eaten.
"Ouch, my butt’s on fire!" Suddenly, one of the orcs sitting against the wall leaped up from the bed-stove and kept patting his buttocks.
The surrounding orcs looked at him curiously, "Stop patting, there’s nothing there. What fire are you talking about?"
The orc touched his still-warm hide and pointed to where he had just been sitting, "My butt’s still warm. Feel it over there, it’s hot."
Seeing that he didn’t seem to be joking, the orcs, with solemn faces, cautiously reached out to touch where the orc had been sitting.
However, before they did, a large hand had already been placed there, and then Bosson’s voice followed, "It seems it’s warmed up."
Turning to look at the orc who still wore a slightly scared expression, his eyes were full of amusement, "Don’t be afraid. This is how our Tribe warms up during the cold season. The bed-stove can be heated by lighting a fire underneath, and it remains warm throughout the entire cold season. We can all sit on it and not feel cold."
Upon hearing this, the Shaman extended his tree bark-like hand with a slight tremble and placed it on the bed-stove beneath him.
Sure enough, a faint warmth transferred onto his hand.
Very warm and comfortable.
He could even imagine, during the cold season, with piercing winds and heavy snowfall, how the people of the Watson Tribe would sit on such a warm bed-stove, eating the steaming hot food like what they had just enjoyed.
A cold season like that was something his tribe did not even dare to dream of.
He withdrew his tree bark-like hand, his eyes full of emotion.
He had always believed his Gru Tribe to be the strongest in the Beast World Continent, even though they had to move to this unfamiliar Mountain Forest for some reasons.
In his heart, there was still a sense of superiority.
But today, from the moment he saw the walls of the Watson Tribe, he knew that the Gru Tribe, which he considered strong, truly could not compare with the Watson Tribe.
The firm look in the Shaman’s eyes completely dissolved, and he sincerely looked at Bosson, "You are a blessed lad, to become a member of such a powerful Tribe and to live the life that all orcs dream of."