Beast Milk (continued)

Wu Jiong: "The people from the Ice River Tribe should be coming."

In winter, with everyone idle and having nothing to do, the cold couldn't stop the active young orcs and sub-orcs; many of them would choose to visit other tribes.

Their Riverside Tribe is situated on higher ground and is relatively far from other tribes, so they were not originally a popular tribe to be visited.

However, they recently produced glazed pottery.

After the news spread, many people came to see it, bringing various things in exchange.

Whenever other tribes come over, the open space of the Riverside Tribe becomes a small market, where anyone who wants to trade can go and take a look.

Jian Mo has recently traded for quite a few good things.

Upon hearing that the Ice River Tribe was coming, Jian Mo said, "I'll go see if there's anything I can exchange after breakfast. The fabric that the Dianxin Tribe brought last time was really good; I wonder what the Ice River Tribe's is like?"

Wu Jiong thought for a moment, "It seems that no one in their tribe is skilled at weaving, but maybe they traded something from another tribe. We can go and take a look."

Jian Mo: "Okay, I'll go take a look later."

After breakfast, Jian Mo planned to milk the Pack-Pack Beast.

Upon entering the animal pen, he stood beside the female Pack-Pack Beast, gesturing for a long time, still unsure of how to proceed.

Although he is a veterinarian, he has never actually milked an animal.

Now that he's suddenly being threatened, he's genuinely afraid the Pack-Pack Beast might bite or kick him.

The timid female Pack-Pack Beast, being stared at like that, began to run into a corner, trembling with fear.

The little Pack-Pack Beast on its back huddled together, shaking rhythmically.

Humans and beasts often stare at each other:...

Jian Mo looked at them, paused for a moment, then turned and went out of the animal pen to find Wu Jiong: "Wu Jiong, do you know how to milk? I don't."

Wu Jiong glanced at Jian Mo, who looked somewhat dejected, then turned and walked towards the animal shed. "Never tried it before, you can give it a shot."

Jian Mo breathed a sigh of relief and followed behind him, "That's great, I really didn't know how to start."

The two went into the animal shed, Wu Jiong placed the wooden bucket under the belly of the Pack-Pack Beast: "You hold onto it."

Jian Mo reached out and grabbed the mother Pack-Pack Beast's horn, then looked at the huddled, trembling baby Pack-Pack Beast on its back. "I've got it. Wait, should I take the baby Pack-Pack Beast off?"

Wu Jiong: "No need, they'll be even more scared if we pick them up."

Jian Mo: "... That's quite possible."

Wu Jiong tried to milk the mother Pack-Pack Beast, and the mother Pack-Pack Beast obediently stayed still, and the whole process went smoothly.

The milky yellow liquid was squeezed into the wooden bucket, quickly covering the bottom.

Jian Mo estimated that there were at least two thousand milliliters.

That's quite a good milk production, considering the Pack-Pack Beast isn't a large animal.

Wu Jiong stopped squeezing after a while. "That's enough."

Jian Mo rubbed her hands together. "I'll get some hay for the Pack-Pack Beast, we'll take it back and cook it later."

For an unfamiliar milk source, it must be completely sterilized before it can be consumed.

Jian Mo didn't care whether it would damage the nutrients in the Pack-Pack Beast's milk. She poured the milk directly into a clean earthenware pot, put it on the fire, and boiled it completely. She boiled it for a while longer before removing it from the pot.

After the animal milk is boiled, a layer of milk skin appears on top.

Jian Mo lowered her head to smell it; it smelled quite mellow, with a slight fishy odor, but nothing strange.

We can start drinking now!

He took a spoon, scooped up a small spoonful, blew on it to cool it down, and carefully put it into his mouth.

Wu Jiong stared at his expression. "How is it?"

"Hmm, not bad." Jian Mo took out another spoon and handed it to Wu Jiong, her eyes sparkling. "Want to try some?"

Wu Jiong glanced at the Pack-Pack Beast Milk, and it didn't seem very keen on taking the spoon.

Jian Mo held the spoon up to him and waved it around. "Try it, try the plain one first. If you still think it's bad, I'll add some jam for you later."

He eventually took the spoon, scooped up a small spoonful of animal milk, blew on it, and tasted it.

Jian Mo stared intently at him, awaiting his evaluation.

His assessment. "It's not bad."

Jian Mo: "I understand. I'm not used to drinking it on its own. Here, let's try adding some jam."

When you add jam to the Pack-Pack Beast milk, it becomes a sweet and sour drink that tastes really good.

The two of them each drank a bowl of the Pack-Pack Beast's milk.

Jian Mo didn't waste the rest; she carried the jar over and shared it with the Flying-Winged Beast.

Milk is a good thing; the Flying-Winged Beast shouldn't refuse it.

Sure enough, when Jian Mo went to find the Flying-Winged Beast with the milk can, the Flying-Winged Beast smelled the scent and Jiujiu loudly, its round eyes constantly looking into Jian Mo's arms, its eagerness very obvious.

Jian Mo poured the animal milk into its water bowl. "Try it and see if you like it?"

The Flying-Winged Beast nuzzled Jian Mo with its large head, then eagerly buried its head in its milk to lick.

"Jiujiu!" The Flying-Winged Beast's eyes lit up, and it let out a happy chirp.

Jian Mo patted it gently. "You like it, right?"

The Flying-Winged Beast didn't even look up. "Chirp!"

Jian Mo smiled and said, "Then drink slowly. I'll pour you some more tomorrow."

After finishing her chores, Jian Mo went to the open space in the village to see what she could exchange for that day.

The Ice River Tribe has arrived, and the Mengshui Tribe is even accompanying them.

Jian Mo wandered around and actually found quite a few good things.

Unfortunately, they only wanted to exchange it for glazed pottery, Jian Mo couldn't bear to part with.

Just as Jian Mo finished his stroll and was about to go home, someone called out to him from behind, "Doctor Jian Mo-- "

He was only called "Doctor" at the Hunting Gathering, so people must have known him from the Hunting Gathering.

The thought flashed through Jian Mo's mind, and she turned to look at the person who had come in. "You called me?"

The group of sub-orcs who arrived seemed excited when he turned around. One of them, a rosy-cheeked, curly-haired sub-orc, nodded. "Yes, Doctor Jian Mo, we heard you particularly like spices, so we brought some with us."