"Glug, glug!... Gulp! Awoo!..."
"Delicious!... So delicious! So Mu Lu damn delicious!..."
"Haaha! Rubber People brothers, eat slowly. If it's not enough, there's more!"
Night had fallen, the cold wind growing ever more biting, while the bonfire on the shore grew warmer and brighter. Exploration Captain Zuwaro watched with a beaming smile as the two Itelmen hunters held leather helmets filled with whale-meat and kelp soup, eating great chunks of meat and gulping down soup like starving beasts. The two of them ate four leather helmets in one breath, and only after the spicy, savory meat soup had gone into their bellies and warmed their whole bodies did they finally breathe out a few white puffs of hot air in the cold wind, satisfied.
"Hoo! O spirited ancestors! What meat is in this soup? It's pretty chewy, thicker than venison, stronger than fish, and there's so much salt in it!... Huh? What's this light, warm feeling? I'm so hot I'm sweating?..."
Hunting Captain Mu Quan stuck out his tongue, panting like a hound. As one of the first North Asian tribesmen to eat chili, his face was flushed bright red, his tongue burning hot, and he had no way at all to describe this marvelous sensation! But he could clearly feel his body being heated by the spiciness. In this cold northern land, such precious warmth could save a life!
"Ah, Captain! This Island Tribe food is really good! So much meat, so much salt, such hot firewood—it's Mu Lu damn comfortable as hell!... Hic!..."
Hunter Mu Lu kept huffing from the spice while rubbing his round, bulging belly. His eyes had never left the fragrant big pottery pot, but his stomach truly could not hold any more. Only after quite a while did he helplessly let out a full