Jiang Bai filled out a bowl of soup and handed it to him. Xiao Shi didn't care whether it was hot or not, he just picked it up and drank it.
"It's hot, drink it slowly." Jiang Bai looked at it with a smile.
Ignoring the identity of this little Qiuqiu human monster, it is still quite cute.
Xiaoshi was a little bit burned, and it was obviously his mouth that was burned, but it was like his feet were burned, as if he had stepped on the iron plate of a teppanyaki. He was jumping and fanning in with his mouth open.
But when he tasted it, he quickly ignored it and drank heavily. Judging from his posture, he felt very comfortable.
"Huhu~Valo~"
Jiang Bai guessed that he might be saying thank you or saying it was delicious, and he was in a good mood.
He served himself a bowl, sat on the hay, and drank the soup slowly.
The aroma of fresh soup spread in the cave, and before you knew it, all the people from Qiuqiu gathered over.
A big-headed Daqiuqiu man looked eagerly at the soup in Jiang Bai's bowl, but under the majesty of the old shaman, they did not make any move. They just watched Jiang Bai drink the soup and swallowed their own saliva.
Jiang Bai found that this Qiuqiu people camp was still very disciplined. If it were a normal Qiuqiu people, they would have come directly to rob it. How could they watch and do nothing?
But these Daqiuqiu people are different. No matter how eager they are, they just choose to watch obediently.
In this Qiuqiu people camp, the two old Qiuqiu shamans have the highest status, followed by the big Qiuqiu people. The young Qiuqiu people are well taken care of, and the ones with the lowest status are those who know nothing.
Ordinary Qiuqiu people, as for slimes, they are purely the toys of Qiuqiu people and have no status.
This form of not distinguishing status by force has already taken the prototype of civilization.
Jiang Bai felt that they should be special because he had not found such characteristics in other Qiuqiu camps. Of course, it may also be that he had not carefully observed the Qiuqiu people as a group before.
He decided to wait until he left the cave to see if the other Qiuqiu people groups in the Snow Mountain were like this.
Seeing that these Qiuqiu people were almost drooling from their mouths, he condensed stone bowls one by one and distributed a bowl of soup to each Qiuqiu person.
Not much, just make sure there is a small half of the bowl in each bowl.
"Valo~"
Every Qiuqiu person who received the soup said the same word. After hearing it more than ten times in a row, Jiang Bai had memorized the word.
He felt that his understanding should be correct, so he replied:
"Valo~"
"Dada~"
"Mosi Mita~"
People in Qiuqiu were very happy. They were holding soup and sitting on the ground casually, with relaxed and comfortable postures.
If you ignore their monster identities, this scene is still very heartwarming.
Jiang Bai poured the last bit of soup residue in the pot into his own bowl. He had obviously cooked a large pot, but he didn't take a few sips.
Perhaps because they had never tasted such a delicious soup, the people in Qiuqiu licked their bowls clean, eating all the spicy ginger pieces into their stomachs, leaving no one left.
This is not because the soup cooked by Jiang Bai is so delicious, but simply because the way these Qiuqiu people handle food is so simple that just adding some seasonings is already supremely delicious to them.
Seeing that there was no more soup in the pot, they slumped their shoulders and looked sluggish.
"Tomo~"
I don't know which Qiuqiu person said something, and then the sound of "Tomo" sounded one after another in the cave.
Jiang Bai didn't understand what this meant, but he felt that it should be a good word.
He was like a child just learning to speak, clumsily learning the words he heard.
"Tomo~"
"Mosi Mita~"
"Mosi Mita~"
It was obviously a troubling conversation, but the communication was actually very pleasant.
Tang Jiangbai didn't drink a few mouthfuls, so he could only eat pancakes to satisfy his hunger.
While he was eating pancakes, he wandered around the camp. Because they drank his soup, these Qiuqiu people had a very good impression of him, and they did not stop him no matter where he went.
But he walked around the entire camp and found nothing special except the ice wall.
Perhaps the graffiti on the stone wall could convey some information, but the graffiti was too abstract and he couldn't understand it at all.
Communication like a repeater is not real communication. He imitates their vocabulary but does not understand the meaning at all.
"It would be great if there were people who are proficient in Qiuqiu language, so that they can know what they mean."
Jiang Bai felt it was a pity, but he was not sorry at all. After all, the camp was here and he could come again next time.
The places where these Qiuqiu people live are also relatively hidden, so they don't have to worry about meeting powerful adventurers and being wiped out.
He plans to go back and find out if there are any linguists in this field and study the Qiuqiu language carefully.
Jiang Bai thought so, packed up his things, and prepared to leave.
Since I can't find any useful information and can't really communicate, there is no point in staying here.
He has other business matters and cannot stay here for too long.
Anyway, he can teleport. When he is bored, he can teleport nearby and come back.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Qiuqiu Shaman took out a piece of meat they had stored in the wooden house and gave it to him as a gift.
The hind leg meat of this wild boar is quite well preserved and is completely sealed in ice to ensure freshness to the greatest extent.
"Tomo~Mosi Mita!"
Friends eat meat.
The old shaman lifted the meat.
Although he didn't understand the language, Jiang Bai really felt this intention.
"It doesn't matter, you can keep it for yourself!"
He didn't answer and gave the old shaman a handful of sweet flowers.
Seeing that Jiang Bai refused, the old shaman hurried back to the wooden house holding the sweet flowers and frozen meat, and took out a small mask from the wooden box.
This mask is very similar to the ones they wear on their faces, but it is much smaller, like a decorative pendant.
The old shaman handed the small mask to Jiang Bai and said words that Jiang Bai couldn't understand.
"A gift for me?"
Jiang Bai took the small mask, which was only half the size of his palm. He couldn't understand what the old shaman said, so he accepted it as a gift.
I found a rope and threaded it through the holes in the mask's eyes to make a small pendant.
"Mosi Mita~"
Seeing Jiang Bai accept the gift, the old shaman started dancing, and other Qiuqiu people danced too.
They seem to dance when they feel happy.
Jiang Bai learned it for a while and found that he looked like a fool when dancing the Qiuqiu people's dance. He put down his hands as if nothing had happened and pretended that he had done nothing.
After watching them finish dancing, Jiang Bai said goodbye to them.
Looking at Jiang Bai's figure, the old shaman raised the big staff in his hand and waved it, as if saying goodbye to Jiang Bai.
Jiang Bai waved his hand, tied the mask ornament to the Eye of God, and walked forward without looking back.
He has memorized the location here and will come back next time.
"Hey, it's better not to do anything casually when you meet people from Qiuqiu in the future."
Although it is a monster, once it can communicate, it can no longer be treated as an ordinary monster.