"No, Wu..."
Qiuye was a little confused. She clearly remembered that the taste of the broth was real. It was cooked in a clay pot.
"Why not?"
Hua Xuan is getting more and more angry, and she still feels a little bit wronged. Ever since she became the witch of this Vine Tribe, her Vine Tribe has always taken advantage. Every time, she has the foresight to lead the Vine Tribe out of danger, and in the wilderness survive.
And now, he was actually deceived by a hateful guy who had only become a witch for less than thirty sundowns. He still defrauded a valuable witchcraft!
This is so abominable!
“Hmph, return the artifact that Grandma Earth gave them!
You can’t even find excuses for lying!
It's really abominable, our Vine Tribe has survived in the wilderness for so long, why haven't we seen Grandmother Earth give us artifacts? "
Hua Xuan looked like a little cat with explosive fur, her teeth bared and her cat paws stretched out, and she cursed fiercely.
"But...Witch..."
Qiuye hesitated even more. After these two transactions with Yang Cheng, Qiuye no longer disliked Yang Cheng so much.
In Qiuye's heart, Yang Cheng is no longer the hateful image that forced her to hand over the witch dominoes at the beginning. Instead, this time Yang Cheng overcame everyone's opinions and exchanged one of the few artifacts for their tribe, which moved Qiuye a little. .
"What's wrong?! We were just deceived!" Hua Xuan glared at Qiuye angrily, then kicked a pottery bowl away and threw it against a wooden pillar in the tent.
The pottery bowl instantly split into several pieces.
"Look, you actually said that such a crispy thing can be used to hold that broth, how is that possible?!" Hua Xuan became even more angry.
One pottery bowl contains nine bags of salt!
Qiuye felt distressed and a little at a loss. Yes, Wu was right. How could such a crispy thing be used to hold broth?
However, she clearly remembered that the totem warriors of the Qingque tribe used it to hold broth for drinking.
But before Qiuye could figure it out, Hua Xuan walked in front of Qiuye with her hands on her hips, the cat ears on her head only reaching Qiuye's waist.
Hua Xuan raised her head and shouted angrily at Qiuye:
"Qiuye, put down this thing called a clay pot, I'm going to smash it!"
"Witch..." Qiuye showed hesitation on his face.
"Why, don't you even listen to the witch?"
"yes……"
And just then.
"Chi la——"
The tent curtain made of animal skin was opened from the outside.
Qiu Ye, who was about to put the pot on the ground, and Hua Xuan, who was so angry that she was about to smash the pot, were both slightly stunned.
Immediately after seeing the person walking in clearly, Hua Xuan's face suddenly tightened: "Qiucao, who let you in?!"
After Qiucao came in, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Qiuye and Hua Xuan in the tent safe and sound.
Hearing Hua Xuan's question, she hurriedly explained: "No, Wu, I heard a noise outside the tent and thought something happened..."
"It's nothing, let's go out." Qiuye said.
"Oh." Qiucao responded, but had no intention of going out.
Although she didn't have Qiuye's overall view of the tribe, she was smart and took a few glances at sister Qiuye and Hua Xuan to tell that they were quarreling.
If this goes away, will they quarrel even more fiercely?
"Wu, sister, did you have a fight?" Qiucao asked carefully.
"Qiucao, don't worry, get out!" Hua Xuan said.
"Wu, no, Sister A and I are both your witches. If Sister A disobeys you in any way, Wu, you must tell me and I will help you punish her!"
Qiucao rolled his eyes and said pretending to be angry.
Her words were very skillful. She directly pointed out that Qiuye was Hua Xuan's "witch" and they were the closest people to each other. She also vaguely pointed out that Hua Xuan's status was the highest and both sisters would obey Hua Xuan.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Hua Xuan lost some of her anger, snorted coldly, and said: "I'm not your sister. I asked her to go to the Qingque Tribe Exchange Network, and now I got this thing called a 'pottery pot' in exchange." …”
Hua Xuan told Qiucao about the matter.
After Qiucao heard this, anger suddenly appeared on his face, and he said: "Witch, this is really abominable! I knew that the witch from the Qingque tribe would not have such good intentions. Let's go now. The Qingque Tribe goes to question him!”
Qiucao was so indignant that Hua Xuan lost her temper, and the atmosphere in her heart dissipated a little.
At this moment, Qiucao changed her voice: "But, Wu, should we try this thing called a clay pot first? If we really can't make delicious food, we will go directly to the Qingque Tribe, otherwise we will go to the Qingque Tribe." They were fooled and deceived again."
Although Qiucao also thinks that Yang Cheng is a hateful guy, it is very likely that he deliberately deceived them about the witchcraft of the Teng tribe just like Hua Xuan said.
But Qiucao also believed in her sister's judgment and would not just change the pot foolishly without any basis.
"Yes, Wu, let me make some broth." Qiuye looked at Hua Xuan with pleading eyes.
Seeing Qiu Ye's pleading eyes, Hua Xuan felt extremely angry. he
I don’t know what the shaman from the Qingque tribe did to Qiuye, but Qiuye still believes in him.
Huh, when this pottery pot fails to make broth, I must go to the Qingque tribe in person this time and scold the witch from their tribe, and I'd better scratch his face with my claws!
"Hmph, okay, Qiuye, just do it. I want to see what this clay pot can make!" Hua Xuan snorted coldly.
"yes."
Seeing Hua Xuan asking her to start making broth, Qiuye breathed a sigh of relief and carefully put down the pottery pot in her arms.
Then let Qiucao light a fire in the tent.
During this time, Qiucao has mastered the skill of drilling wood to start a fire.
In less than three minutes, a fire appeared on the ground.
Qiuye followed what he saw in the Qingque tribe and found a few stones to pile up on the edge of the fire, then carefully placed the clay pot on top.
Pour water into it and pour in pieces of chopped beast meat.
Seeing this scene, Hua Xuan's face was very disdainful, and even a little gloating about wanting to watch a good show.
Qiucao on the side also showed a puzzled expression.
When you pour water into this pot, you don't have to worry about the fire cracking it and all the water and meat inside falling out.
However, as time passed quietly.
The disdain on Hua Xuan's face quietly dissipated, and the confusion on Qiucao's face gradually turned towards shock.
Because it had been burning for three minutes, the pottery pot showed no signs of cracking, and there were wisps of white smoke floating out of the pottery pot.
Suddenly, Hua Xuan sniffed her nose and smelled the white smoke.
The slight meaty aroma in the steam...
"What does this smell like?"
Hua Xuan couldn't sit still anymore and jumped up from the big white bone chair!
