Stealing a Bell with One's Ears Covered (Continued)

He filled the remaining fruit puree into small bowls, making eight bowls in one go.

He took the prepared fruit puree to the snow, covered it with clean, dry leaves, and said to the children, "It should be ready to eat by evening. Keep an eye on things and make sure no one comes to bother us."

The children and the little ones who couldn't yet transform all puffed out their chests and seriously accepted the task. "Okay!"

Jian Mo went home to do chores, while the children watched from outside.

Actually, there's not much need to keep an eye on them; no one in the tribe will cause trouble.

However, if you give the children some chores, they'll stop chattering in your ear.

The children kept an eye on each other, watching the popsicles in the wooden tube.

Jian Mo it had to be frozen solid, as hard as an ice cube, before it could be eaten.

They kept pressing with wooden sticks to check the freezing condition of the fruit puree.

By the afternoon, after all the fruit puree had finally frozen solid, the children eagerly ran over to Jian Mo: "Jian Mo —the popsicles are frozen! Can we eat them now?!"

Jian Mo put down the clothes she was sewing. "I'll go take a look."

The children huddled around Jian Mo: "We just checked, it's really frozen solid!"

Jian Mo smiled and said, "Okay. Banjiu, go and call your brother over to eat popsicles together."

Kitten: "Meow! I'm coming right now!"

The kitten scurried away on all fours, Jian Mo took the children to see the popsicles.

The popsicles were indeed almost frozen solid; a few tubes weren't completely frozen, but they were still edible.

Jian Mo took the popsicles home, and using the sticks, took each popsicle out of the wooden tube and handed them to the children. "These are popsicles, but you can't eat the sticks."

As for the little ones who couldn't yet take human form, Jian Mo put them on a plate and let them lick them.

The little ones are quite resilient and eat plenty of cold food, so this little bit of ice shouldn't have any effect on them.

The children nodded with bright eyes, eagerly beginning to taste.

They were quickly captivated by the sweet and sour, dense and creamy popsicles with a rich milky flavor.

Popsicles are not only delicious, but also fun to eat; they make a satisfying crunching sound when you bite into them, unlike any other food.

The children, munching on popsicles, looked at Jian Mo with admiration. "Jian Mo, these popsicles are so delicious!"

Jian Mo smiled slightly, "Right?"

The children stood by, licking their popsicles, not leaving.

They followed Jian Mo wherever she went.

Ban Ming arrived quickly, and upon seeing the popsicle, said, "No wonder it's called a popsicle; you need a stick to hold it up and eat it, right?"

Jian Mo: "Pretty much, it looks like a stick too. Hurry up and eat it, it'll melt soon."

Ban Ming: "Eat, eat, eat! Let me try some. Hey, it tastes really good. Why is there such a huge popsicle here? Was it specially reserved for the clan leader?"

Jian Mo denied it. "This wooden tube is really big! Move it, I'm going to feed it to the Flying-Winged Beast."

Jian Mo unwrapped the popsicles that had been frozen in the bowl, took them out, and fed them to the Flying-Winged Beast.

The other little ones followed behind him.

Even though they had just argued, now that there was food, the children and the Flying-Winged Beast were able to coexist peacefully again.

Or rather, both sides were too busy eating to pay attention to each other.

Jian Mo poured the popsicle into the Flying-Winged Beast's food bowl.

The popsicles for the Flying-Winged Beast don't have sticks, so they can easily bite or lick them.

Flying-Winged Beast saw Jian Mo sharing food with it, its nose twitched as it tried to distinguish the smells in the air.

It quickly discovered that it received the same food as the children, and everyone was treated fairly, so it flapped its wings and cried out, "Jiujiu chirp chirp!"

Seeing its excitement, Jian Mo was afraid it would wolf down its food again, so she patted its leg and said, "Eat slowly, there won't be any left after you finish."

Flying-Winged Beast: "Jiujiu!"

The Flying-Winged Beast sat on the ground, holding its food bowl with its two front paws, slowly licking its popsicle.

Jian Mo took the opportunity to clean its nest and replace the hay.

It's snowed again these past two days, and the old hay in its den is a bit damp. Replacing it with new hay will make it more comfortable.

The children followed Jian Mo around, asking, "Jian Mo, will you make popsicles again tomorrow?"

Jian Mo: "We don't have enough materials, so we can't make it often."

The children immediately replied, "We can go home and get the materials."

Jian Mo turned her head and smiled, "You don't have many Wood-Stabilizing Root in your house, do you?"

Since we're all from the same tribe, we all know roughly what's in each other's homes.

In winter, people go out hunting or gathering much less often, and really, no one has many good ingredients.

The best ingredients are usually eaten first and don't last until now.

Upon hearing his words, the children, who were enjoying their delicious popsicles, looked dejected.

This food is so delicious, it's a pity it's all gone once it's finished.

At that moment, no one noticed that the Flying-Winged Beast's eyes flickered above their heads.

After finishing with the Flying-Winged Beast's nest, Jian Mo took the children back.

He examined Tai Yan's wound.

The little orc's regenerative abilities were incredibly strong; apart from the fur around the wound not growing back for the time being, the wound had almost completely healed.

Jian Mo cleaned his wound, removing as much pus as possible, and applied fresh herbal medicine. She told the children, "If you feel any discomfort, come to me immediately. If you delay, the problem could become very serious."

The children answered in unison, "We know!"

As dusk fell, Jian Mo the children home.

Wu Jiong returned at this time.

Jian Mo gave him the biggest popsicle, drawing envious glances from all the children.

Wu Jiong calmly put the popsicle into his mouth, took a bite, and started eating.

The children watched longingly for a while, and when they were sure the popsicle wouldn't be taken out to be shared again, they went home.

Tai Yan's injuries had almost healed, Jian Mo judged that there would be no problem for him to go back. So he planned to let him go back when his two fathers came to visit him tomorrow.