Old Acquaintance
The little ones went home after they finished eating.
Jian Mo enjoyed feeding the cubs and didn't think much of it.
The next day, parents came to the door one after another, saying they wanted to learn how to make sausages.
Jian Mo was puzzled. "Weren't you all helping me yesterday? You watched the whole process, you should be able to do it too."
Zhou Fu said with a bitter face, "We thought we could do it too, so we took the ingredients to the stone mortar early this morning, but the taste was completely different from yours."
Jian Mo thought for a moment, "Did you put in any fatty meat? Without the succulence of fatty meat, the sausage won't taste very good."
Zhou Fu and the others nodded repeatedly. "Release them."
Jian Mo: "Is it three parts fat and seven parts lean?"
He knew exactly what to do yesterday; he just grabbed the fatty meat and put it into the pile of meat, but forgot to remind everyone of the specific ratio.
Sure enough, Zhou Fu and the others stared at each other, completely oblivious to what was happening.
Jian Mo added, "The fatty meat has a slightly off smell. I blanched it with spices and salt before freezing it. The fatty meat you used might not have been blanched, so the taste might be different."
Jian Mo rattled off several small details that the sub-beastmen hadn't noticed before.
After finishing speaking, Jian Mo, whose mouth was rather dry, said to them, "There shouldn't be any major problems now. Just follow the steps I gave you yesterday."
The beastmen nodded repeatedly and went back to their work.
Jian Mo thought everything was fine and went about her own business.
Unexpectedly, the sub-beastmen came knocking again that afternoon, this time bringing ingredients for making sausages. "No matter how we make them, they never taste as good as yours. How about we just exchange our ingredients with you?"
Jian Mo was surprised that they went from making the sausages to giving up so quickly, and hesitated, "We don't have that many sausages at home."
The sub-beastmen immediately said, "Then we'll assist you, and you can do some more."
Jian Mo: "..."
The sub-beastmen had already come up with an idea. "How about you provide the technology, we provide the materials, and we make another batch of sausages? Once they're done, we'll split them in half?"
Jian Mo felt that this was taking advantage of her and declined.
The sub-beastmen pleaded and begged him to agree, saying, "How could we be at a disadvantage? If anyone is gaining an advantage, it's us!"
"Yeah, Jian Mo, those sausages you made smell so good, they're making our mouths water! Make another batch, please!"
Jian Mo finally couldn't resist the persuasion. "Then I'll provide the spices and technology, and you'll all follow my orders."
The beastmen cheered, indicating that there was no problem.
Jian Mo's culinary skills far surpassed those of the sub-beastmen in the tribe. Using the same methods and procedures, the sausages he oversaw were simply a cut above the rest.
Finally, everyone asked him to help make sausages, and the sausage-making craze in the tribe temporarily stopped when he ran out of spice powder.
Jian Mo had accumulated so many sausages that they filled an entire cave. There were so many that he couldn't even use a large vat to store them. He had to put the sausages in the dry grass at the bottom of the cave.
Jian Mo worried about storing so much food so far away.
Jian Mo rubbed his wrist and said to Wu Jiong, "I've already asked the tribe's kids to patrol the cave area for me, but it's still not very safe. I'm thinking, should I take the sausages to another tribe and exchange them for some supplies?"
Sausages are delicious, but it's impossible to eat them every day, or even for a whole year. They simply can't consume that many sausages.
Wu Jiong nodded. "What do you want to exchange it for?"
Jian Mo said with some melancholy, "Let's prioritize replacing the spice powder and honey powder. We've almost run out of spice powder these past few days making sausages, and we're completely out of pepper powder. We need to replenish our supplies as soon as possible."
Wu Jiong: "Then let's go to the Mengshui Tribe to exchange first; they have abundant resources there."
Chapter 53 Old Friends
Jian Mo's family has way too many sausages; it would be a shame to let them go bad at home.
They eventually decided to carry the goods to the Mengshui Tribe and trade them with the people of the Mengshui Tribe.
The sausages were considered their family's private property, and they were the ones who went to exchange them for other things.
The two ultimately decided to take the Flying-Winged Beast with them.
The Flying-Winged Beast can fly high and carry a lot, making it faster than the Mengshui Tribe, and more convenient than Wu Jiong carrying sausages.
On the day of their official departure, early in the morning, Jian Mo gave the Flying-Winged Beast a whole bowl of sausages for breakfast, along with whey left over from making cheese from the Pack-Pack Beast's milk and dried moss, making it a delicious meal.
The Flying-Winged Beast sang as it ate Jiujiu breakfast, seemingly very satisfied with the meal.
Even though it was already full, when Jian Mo and Wu Jiong put the sausages on its back, it couldn't help but blink its big, dark eyes and strain to look behind it, its nose twitching slightly and drool dripping from both sides of its mouth.
Jian Mo lightly patted its fat rear end. "Why are you so spineless?"
Flying-Winged Beast: "Eek."
Jian Mo had no choice but to grab another handful of sausages and hold them to the Flying-Winged Beast's mouth. "Eat slowly, there won't be any left after you finish them."
The Flying-Winged Beast cheered up again, nuzzling against Jiujiu with its head and Jian Mo.
Jian Mo was terrified, afraid that it would drool on her, and kept backing away.
The Flying-Winged Beast, still eyeing the sausage in his hand, nudged its large head in pursuit.
One dodged, the other chased; the two interacted for quite a while before finally ending with the Flying-Winged Beast eating the sausage.
Wu Jiong patted the Flying-Winged Beast's neck. "We're ready to go."
The Flying-Winged Beast flapped one of its front wings: "Chirp--"
They flew directly to the Mengshui Tribe.
Because their features were so distinctive, the patrolmen of the Mengshui Tribe had spotted them long ago. Instead of stopping them, they waved enthusiastically and greeted them, "Doctor Jian Mo, Chief Wu Jiong, you've arrived! What good things have you brought today?"
Jian Mo said loudly, "Food—I was planning to come here to get some seasonings—"
The patrolmen were even more delighted. "Then quickly land on the open ground, I'll go and inform the tribe!"