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Unlike Carlos and I, Rasuk, as a proud father, is eager to know how his daughter has been doing over the years, whether she is doing well, whether she has been wronged, whether she has been bullied by bad people, but he suffers from the inability to express it.

, I can only chat absent-mindedly about some household matters. I can completely understand this feeling.

So, Uncle Rasuk, even if you accidentally mention to me how you held Aunt Rasuk’s thigh and pursued her with tears streaming down your face, and how you learned a song from a bard in order to propose to her.

Aunt Su Ke sang boldly and loudly under the window, but she got a vat of snow poured on her and scared several baby mammoths raised by her neighbor to death. I would also pretend not to hear it, um, really.

Mother and daughter Chasi were busy in the kitchen for a while, and finally came out, just in time for lunch, which allowed me to see what a wealthy barbarian family's daily meals were like.

Aunt Rasuk directly brought up the stove with the charcoal fire burning. There was an iron pot the size of a basin on the stove. Note that the size of the basin I mentioned here is not a washbasin, but a bathing basin for five or six-year-old children.

bathtub.

The bathtub...oh no, it's the pot, with large chunks of unknown stewed meat, stewed to a pulp and full of aroma. Each piece of meat is at least as big as a human head.

Chaxi, who was following Aunt Rasuk, held a plate as big as the mouth of a water tank in her arms. On the plate were stacked higher than her, golden and burnt chestnut pancakes. The diameter of each pancake was visually measured.

More than half a meter, the thickness is two fingers wide.

"I'm starving to death. Come on, come on. If you want anything, please fill your stomach first."

The barbarians who work hard in the snowy mountain environment have a hard life. A good meal is the supreme enjoyment for them. Even Rasuk is no exception. He greeted me quickly. As for Princess Sanwu and Aiwaer beside me...

"The food of our barbarians is rough and may not be suitable for the stomachs of two little girls. You can eat it if you can. If you can't eat it, you can only feel aggrieved and find a way on your own."

Rasuk who said these words made us admire him with admiration. He seemed to be a rough guy, but he was actually unexpectedly considerate.

"nothing."

Princess Sanwu said calmly, she took a piece of pancake with great effort, tore off about a quarter of it, handed the rest to me, and then nibbled on it with clear water to show that she was also a princess who had endured hardships.

This kind of scene is so cute.

But, take a look and judge, have you ever seen a maid who gives the master unfinished food? You pretend to be giving me a piece of cake, and then look at me with wet and pitiful eyes, begging me to share it.

How nice it would be to give you a small portion.

However, it was indeed a bit difficult for the mistress to show such an expression.

Princess Sanwu doesn't mind, and Aiwa'er doesn't mind even more. Although she is a princess of the angel clan, according to my personal guess, she goes through the same training as ordinary angels, and often has to complete various "saving the world" tasks.

She probably suffered much more than Princess Sanwu.

Aiwa'er also chose pancakes, thought about it, tore it in half and gave me half.

In this way, I got three-quarters of Princess Sanwu's pancakes and one-half of Aiwa'er's pancakes. The question then arises, how many pancakes do I have in my hand now?

The answer is two and one-half, because Qiaxi gave me another one. Hum, I am really a terrible genius. Fortunately, I have no idea of ​​​​developing into mathematics, otherwise I might be able to destroy the nuclear bomb of the Dark Continent.

It will be made by my own hands.

"Hahaha, Mr. Wu, you are very beautiful."

Seeing this scene, the uncles and aunts of Rasuk all showed knowing smiles, and looked at Qiaxi with approval, which seemed to contain a feeling of "She is indeed my daughter, she won a battle without saying a word."

the meaning of.

What is the way to win? I looked at the three-quarters of a pancake on my left hand, then at the half of a pancake on my right hand, and finally my eyes dropped down to the whole pancake in my mouth.

I seem to understand something.

In terms of quantity, I really won, but how do I feel? To what extent should I expand my stomach bag to accommodate these surprisingly large portions of pancakes?

It's time to summon a large wave of little ghosts. Only she can have an appetite that rivals the barbarians. No, rather than saying that it is a stomach, it is more appropriate to describe it as a bottomless pit.

"Hurry up and eat it while it's hot. It's cold here and the pancakes will cool down quickly."

As Uncle Rasuk spoke, he rolled up a pancake, soaked it in the pot of stew soup, and then ate it in three or five bites, which was enough to feed two or three people.

After eating all the meat, he reached out and grabbed a piece of stewed meat as thick as my waist, and took big bites. Just looking at the way he ate made me feel like I had a huge appetite, and I felt like I could eat more if I was infected.

In this cold weather where urine turned to ice, the pancakes did cool down very quickly. They had just been taken out of the pan and were already frozen to the bone. No wonder Princess Sanwu, who had a good appetite, only chose a quarter. I thought about it.

I thought, imitate Uncle Rasuk and soaked the pancakes in the stew soup, and then swallowed it hard, as if it tasted good, uh, I choked, water... water...

Commander Qiaxi, who was sitting next to me because of the conspiracy of a certain couple, was the first to hand over the milk tea. I quickly took it and took a sip to regain my breath.

"Human throats are so slender." Rasuk sighed when he saw this scene, stewing meat with his left hand and pancakes with his right hand, stuffing his mouth full.

Is this guy really a creature living in the same dimension as me?

After I calmed down, I smacked my lips a few times. I felt that the taste of milk tea was a bit strange, greasy, and seemed to have a thick layer of grease. It made my lips slippery, as if they were smeared with lard, and tasted like milk.

It had a bit of a fishy smell. I guess it was probably because the tea was a big part of it.

"This is mammoth milk." Qiaxi seemed to see my doubts and explained from the side.

"Only the milk produced by mammoths is enough for us to drink."

"Where's the oily smell on top?"

"It is oil extracted from the subcutaneous fat of mammoths. It has a very good heat preservation effect. Adding oil to milk tea will not let it get cold easily, and it can provide a lot of energy."

Oh oh oh, why do I suddenly feel that Qiaxi has suddenly become a great scholar like Kane?

As I looked at her with admiration, Qiaxi lowered her head shyly.

"What about stewed meat? Is it also mammoth meat?"

"Yes, it's mammoth meat. The meat is a bit tough, so it must be stewed. Although it's not delicious meat, only the mammoth's huge size can satisfy our winter reserves. In our family, mammoths have been around for generations.

They all have an extraordinary status.”

In other words, except for the pancakes, this is a complete mammoth feast?

The meat is mammoth meat, the milk tea is mammoth milk, and the oil is also mammoth fat. Looking at Aunt Rasuk’s fur clothes, I guessed correctly that they should also be made of mammoth skin. Mammoth bones can be used to make soup and can be used as ingredients.

The long tusks of mammoths can be used as medicine and can be used to make weapons. Mammoths are really useful and are full of treasures.

No wonder they are skinned, deboned, teeth cut, meat slaughtered, and ground into powder, hehehe~~~hehehehe~~~~

I don’t know why, when the word mammoth is mentioned, I feel an inexplicable murderous intention in my heart, as if all the incomprehensible and massive malice directed at me has found its rightful owner.

Ahem, let’s not go into the digression for the time being. In short, after eating more than two pancakes, I was so full that I could hardly stand up. I was determined to kill the thief of the stewed mammoth meat in the pot, but I was helpless.

When we arrived at Qiaxi, she had obviously had breakfast before setting off, but now she had eaten twice as much as me. From this, we could still see that she had some barbarian blood, at least in terms of appetite.

Of course, they are incomparable to Uncle and Aunt Rasuk. The two of them are like gluttonous beasts, their stomachs never seem to be full. Such a big pot of meat and stacks of pancakes are forced to be eaten by these barbarians.

The couple settled the matter without mentioning me. Even Ai Wa'er, who looked indifferent, was dumbfounded.

All in all, their food intake is three to five times that of Qiaxi. Looking at it this way, Qiaxi seems to have no connection with the savage blood.

After the meal, the business that should come sooner or later will come. In the restless expression of Qiaxi, Aunt Rasuk is like a torture officer interrogating a prisoner. Question after question and every detail, she digs out the details of Qiaxi's life in the past two years.

Everything is detailed, including how many times you have been sick, how many meals you eat a day, how much you eat at each meal, what you eat, how well you sleep every day, how long you sleep for, whether you have nightmares, whether you take a shower, where you wash yourself most often, and what you change.

Should you wash your clothes or throw them away directly? Should you cut your hair yourself or have someone else cut it...

In short, not to mention the informal Rasuk, even I almost collapsed, but Qiaxi looked more and more at ease, as if he had long been accustomed to Aunt Rasuk's cross-examination.

When the question was about how many times Qiaxi went to the toilet a day, Rasuk couldn't help it anymore, coughed hard several times, interrupted his wife's questions, and rescued Qiaxi, who was becoming increasingly embarrassed.

Facing Rasuk, who showed his majesty as the head of the family, the aunt would still give him some face, and immediately fell silent.

"Chaxi, now you know how hard it is for a blacksmith to travel?"

"Yes, father."

"Hmm, do you still plan to continue being a blacksmith?"

"Yes, father." Qiaxi's voice became firmer.

"You are such an idiot who doesn't know how to advance or retreat. You have already suffered a lot and don't know how much you weigh. Why did I, Larsuke, give birth to a daughter as stubborn as you?" Larsuke looked like he hated her and slapped her hard.

on the desktop.

Although he was angry, I seemed to see a trace of relief and a trace of determination in his eyes.

"I can no longer control a daughter like this. Your wings are so stiff that even my words have fallen on deaf ears."

"Father, that's not the case..."

"Don't explain, I don't want to hear it. I've already said it. I don't want to care about your unknown dreams. From now on, you can do whatever you want. I won't say a word, even if you beg me to say it."

, I won’t say it either, understand?”

After saying that, Rasuk pounded the table a few more times, stood up with a sigh, strode outside, picked up his hammer again and started hammering, as if he wanted to forget about his troublesome daughter's troubles.

"Father...I..." Listening to the knocking sound of the blacksmith shop outside the door, Qiaxi felt sad and wanted to cry.

"You know how to cry, cry, cry, haven't you heard?" As soon as Aunt Rasuk saw that her daughter was about to cry, she immediately made a tiger face and looked like she was angry.

"Your bastard father will never object to you becoming a blacksmith again."

"Really...really?" Qiaxi raised his head in shock and looked at his mother stupidly. After calming down and thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was indeed what he meant.

"Oh my, my idiot daughter, and that bastard with a bad temper and a tough mouth. They really make you laugh."

"There. I think it's quite warm. Uncle, aunt, aunt and Qiaxi, your family is definitely a model family among the barbarians." I gave a thumbs up and praised it sincerely.
To be continued...