Primitive Once Again - Chapter 23

“Even though you hunted this creature, you didn’t kill him, so we also have the right to the distribution of this prey.” White sat to the side as he coldly said.

He felt that they should have left this stranger buried somewhere, but Black stopped him from doing so.

White was successfully dissuaded by Black, but he still did not have any good feelings towards this unfamiliar male. Kantas were not group animals, and they were instinctively hostile to other males invading their territory.

The moment White stood up, Eim was stunned. A suspicious blush appeared on his cheeks.

What a beautiful person!

His hair was brighter than the rising sun, and his eyes were darker and colder than the deepest lakes on the snowy mountaintops. His lips were red, as if he had just drank fresh blood…

Well, probably because this beauty was currently eating raw meat.

The sight of the beauty half naked and gnawing on a raw beast leg did not faze Eim. He even felt his heart beat faster.

However, this beauty’s accent was a little strange, did they come from a village somewhere? Sure enough, beauties were easier to find in smaller villages! Eim tried to comprehend the words the beauty just said, er… The beauty actually thought that this beast was hunted by him… this… that…

Eim thought, between being an “idiot chased by a monster to the point of pissing his own pants” and “a hero capable of killing huge beasts”, he would rather be the latter.

“That, erm– Raw meat isn’t that delicious, I can make delicious roast meat, should we eat that instead?” The residual fear from surviving the previous ordeal had disappeared, and the only thought left on Eim’s mind was to impress the beauty with his cooking skills.

White was completely unaware of Eim’s inner thoughts, and thought that Eim was blushing only due to his awe at his own might. White even wanted to flap his wings, only to remember after a while that due to his wings losing feathers, Black did not permit him to do so [1].

He then tore off the chewiest chunk of meat diligently for his partner, before carefully removing the tenderest portion for their bald baby, then tearing another piece of meat for their well-fed baby, Louis, before finally taking the claw which had less and harder meat for himself.

Enjoying the slightly crude, yet attentive care of his fathers, Meng Jiuzhao stopped chewing, instead looking at Eim who was running around collecting lots of dry moss. Eim then took out something that looked like a black rock, using it to create something that shocked Meng Jiuzhao.

A faint wisp of flame–

“Tweet tweet!!!” The moment he saw the flame, Louis tossed aside his half eaten chunk of meat and jumped to the youth [2]. Meng Jiuzhao hurriedly grabbed Louis into his arms.

Eim carefully protected the flame within his palms, continuously adding dry moss and the black stone. This made the fire burn bigger, becoming a bonfire.

White, who initially didn’t think much of this fire, also stood up vigilantly, spreading his hand out to shield his partner and children. Feeling the increasingly dangerous atmosphere around White, Eim quickly explained, “This is fire, our tribe exchanged it with 30 carts of black stone, it’s a very precious thing.”

Eim’s bag was like Doraemon’s four-dimensional pouch, he took out from it fresh Crunchy Grass and some yellow powder, smearing it over the meat as he roasted it. The long lost scent of cooked food drifted past their noses, and along with it, the cave they were in also warmed up.

This was the first time their family had their first cooked meal.