I’m Cooking the Behemoth in the Primitive World - Chapter 157

When Guo Zi’an returned, he had already arranged it roughly.

Baishan is capable of ice, and it is easy to dry the water on the ground. The pits on the ground were filled, but the stones built into the shape of ugly cats were not removed, instead they were cut flat. While ensuring the pattern, you can also walk normally.

Guo Zi’an looked at the ugly cat pattern for a long time, but felt that Bai Shanjun was quite warm in his heart. He didn’t get angry just because the child was upset, but helped the child solve the problem.

Bai Shanjun is a good father.

Bai Shan directly pulled out the broken part of the fallen bean stand and replaced it with new bamboo poles. Except for the color, it is no different from the old climbing frame.

The wooden house was also cleaned up and the water was all dry. The roof was taken away to prevent the house from collapsing. The wall should not be cleaned, so the graffiti can only be left on it.

Fourteen little white tigers were already sitting on the dining table, looking forward to looking at the food boxes in the hands of Guo Zian and Guo Shuyu.

There are a total of sixteen food containers, fourteen small and two large.

Guo Shuhuan had eaten early with Xiao Caixin in the restaurant. At meal time, restaurants are busy. People in the catering industry naturally have to stagger their meals.

Generally speaking, they and Xiao Caixin Guo Shuhuan only have breakfast together.

Guo Zi’an knew that this separation was not conducive to their relationship. But Guo Shuhuan is talented in culinary art. After all, fighting for territory is something he can do when he is young. Guo Shuhuan has a craft and always has a living when he is old.

Baishan always goes out on patrols during the day, and the time to return at night is not fixed. Guo Zi’an had to wait for Baishan Jun to have dinner, just according to Bai Shan Jun’s time.

The little white tigers are still young, at their most edible age, and have to eat five or six meals a day. And Guo Zian is still hiding from the dungeon that he has fourteen fetuses at once, and prohibits the little white tigers from visiting the dungeon.

At least not now. He didn’t want to cause trouble to the child and Grandpa Shu.

Dumplings are boiled dumplings, made a simple ginger-garlic soy sauce dipping sauce, and a little chili sauce is added to give the spicy Bai Shanjun.

There are dumplings of all flavors in the food box, and Xiao Baihu is just like opening a blind box. He can’t tell which flavors are, and thinks dumplings are particularly interesting.

Bai Shanjun also likes to eat dumplings, one bite at a time. At first, it didn’t stick to anything, but later the taste regained. I ordered the soy sauce and added chili sauce.

“What kind of dumpling do you like?” Guo Zian asked Bai Shanjun, who had eaten several dumplings.

“I like them all.” Bai Shanjun swallowed another dumpling as he spoke. “Everything you make is delicious. You won’t be tired of eating for a lifetime.”

Guo Zian was flushed by Bai Shanjun. This guy is really talking more and more. After eating a few spicy dumplings, his mouth became so sweet.

“Me too, eating daddy will never get tired of it for a lifetime.” Little Ye Zi, who was sitting next to Guo Zi’an, raised his head and said.

Little leaves eat all over her face, soy sauce on her face, and vegetable leaves, like a cute little tabby cat.

Guo Zi’an saw it, picked up the towel prepared for Xiaoye, wiped Xiaoye’s cheeks, “Eat all my face.”

Guo Zian’s tone was full of laughter, not angry.

The slap-sized little white tiger is not much bigger than dumplings. Unlike adults, you can bite one dumpling at a time. It is not surprising that it gets dirty.

The fourteen little white tigers were just gracious, and the other little white tigers were more or less stained with something.

It’s just that some little white tigers know that they have soiled their little faces, so they will take the initiative to gather the little dirty faces into the special towel that they have prepared long ago, wipe their little faces and eat dumplings.

Hearing Xiaoyeye’s words, no matter whether the other little white tigers heard what they meant, they just said, “Me too.”

“Okay, okay, I can’t eat and sleep.” Guo Zian reminded.

Children have a small mouth and esophagus, so they should not talk like adults when eating.

When the little white tigers heard it, they had to lower their heads and continue to work hard.

Watching the children eat happily, Guo Zi’an’s desire to cook good food is rekindled. When the dungeon matter was over, he had to give the children delicious food every day.

After having lunch and taking another lunch break, Yuan Jinyu came up to inform Guo Zian that the orc representative of the nomadic group had decided.

When Guo Zian arrived in the meeting room, the meeting room had been cleaned up, but the food still smelled strong. The exhaust problem in the underground city is still severe.

After reading a few pieces of animal skin papers, Guo Zi’an found that the herbivorous orcs were really moderate in their opinions. Almost everyone put forward similar opinions. No one is more provocative and dare not want less, fearing that others will have their own but not, which will make their own ethnic group suffer.

After Guo Zi’an knew it, he put the animal skin paper aside.

“I have seen your opinions.” Guo Zian’s back is still leaning on the seat, his posture is lazy and casual. But his strength gave him the calmness and composure in his bones, so that the surrounding orcs did not dare to underestimate him.

No one spoke, waiting for Guo Zian to speak.

The representatives sent by the nomads are old fritters who know how to figure out people’s hearts. Naturally, they won’t be bluffing like the auntie locust, and they are not thinking.

Their request is similar to what Jiao Ningchuan said before. They hope to have a small piece of land on the edge of Baishanjun’s site and build their own house. Whether it is working for Guo Zi’an or exchanging one’s own handicrafts for Bai Shanjun’s asylum, it is acceptable.

“I don’t accept it.” Guo Zi’an first lowered all psychological expectations and created a psychological gap.

Hearing Guo Zian’s words, the orcs looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on Jiaoning Chuan. Naturally, there are complaints. If it weren’t for Jiao Ningchuan’s daring to make such a request, how could they follow the trend and blend in.

Now their anonymous opinions were rejected, and the blame naturally fell on Jiaoning Chuan.

Jiao Ningchuan is very calm. He knew that his request was nothing. With Yuan Jin Yu in front, his approach was just to follow Yuan Jin Yu. Moreover, Baishanjun has a large site. They live on the edge of Baishanjun’s site, and they can also help Baishanjun intercept poachers.

Guo Zi’an rejected his words, believing that Guo Zi’an had a better idea than animal skin paper.

Jiao Ningchuan did not speak, and the representatives of the other nomads did not dare to speak. These people deeply implement the principle of shooting the best, and they will never be the first one, let alone the most outstanding one.

Guo Zian was very satisfied with the quietness of the scene.

It is said that things gather people in groups. There are so many nomadic ethnic groups, and Jiao Ningchuan has only notified so many dozen representatives. It can be seen that these people have been screened by Jiao Ningchuan, and they will be brought over when they think it is appropriate.

Guo Zi’an continued: “Let me first talk about the reasons for my rejection.”

“First of all, there are only one or two places on the edge of Baishanjun’s site that are suitable for life. There are too many beasts in the rest to be enough for all of you to live.”

The beasts themselves are a line of defense. Baishan Jun can naturally clean up those beasts and dinosaurs, but clearing those beasts is equivalent to the loss of a huge amount of wealth to Baishan.

The nomadic tribes are all herbivorous orcs, and the elderly and children in the tribe have no attack power at all. Let them live on the edge of the Baishan site. This is not about sheep entering the tiger’s mouth and giving food to the beasts.

After hearing this, several orcs looked away and accepted the reason given by Guo Zi’an.

But there are also a few orcs who still feel that even if most places are not suitable, there are also one or two suitable places. Some people are removed, and the rest is squeezed. It is better than twenty or thirty people in a hotel.

“Secondly, the transportation is inconvenient. Road construction is a major event. It is impossible to build a road for a certain ethnic group alone. Unless you do it yourself.” Guo Zi’an gave a second reason.

This reason is also very good. Goods must be transported on a flat stone road, which requires the help of a lot of orcs, and it takes a long time. The number of these nomadic groups is uneven. Even if the road builders are gathered, who is responsible for hunting for the group and protecting the safety of the group?

One day or two days is enough, but one season, half a year is time-consuming. These nomadic groups can’t afford it.

“Also, the most important point. Baishanjun’s site is not suitable for large-scale planting. You are engaged in the processing of handmade products, and you must live near the raw material production area, so as to reduce the consumption of transportation.” Guo Zian said.

As soon as the last reason came out, everyone accepted Guo Zian’s refusal.

They are herbivorous orcs, and most of the processed things are plants or peeled animal skins. They are not capable of fighting, even if they are placed near the herd, they are not capable of hunting down those beasts.

But Baishan lives here and wants to eat, and all he eats is big meat. These herbivorous orcs can’t drive away people’s food for the sake of planting raw materials.

Seeing that the time was right, Yuan Jin Yu took out the map that had already been prepared.

The map unfolded, and the representatives of the nomads looked puzzled.

There is a map on the bulletin board of the dungeon, but the map in front of it is a bit bigger, and the scope of the record is more. And in many areas, the orcs of their nomadic group also know that they have traveled north and south for so many years, and naturally they know a lot of places, not as ignorant as the merchants.

“I plan to build an above-ground city here.” Guo Zian said.