By now, she had completely lost her earlier skepticism. The food Yue made smelled absolutely divine.
She cut the washed Two-legged Beast meat into uniform chunks, tossed them in to stir-fry, then simply added water and let it stew.
As time went on, waves of fragrance drifted out like enticing little hands, pulling the tribe members over by their noses.
Wu Yue and the female had already sent away several groups of tribe members who came to ask what was cooking.
After finishing the roof, the males practically power-walked over, RUMBLING this way.
'If you're not enthusiastic about eating, there's something wrong with your head!'
"Slow down, slow down! You're kicking dust into the pot."
While trying to stop the group of simpletons, Wu Yue grabbed a large leaf from nearby and covered the pot.
