is all about respect
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Rummaging through the caravan's caravans, Gorkin pouted.
It's all some air-dried jerky, some cloudy canned water, some salt cubes.
The most valuable thing is probably a small bag of rice.
It's only possible to produce a little bit of this thing in the depths of the oasis.
It's impossible, but there's no way, it's not a scientific world at all.
The world of science doesn't have a black dragon like a hill...
"Gorkin!"
A deep voice came: "Hungry! ”
Gorkin stood up helplessly: "Okay mom, you wait for me to give you a whole meal!" ”
The only person in this tribe who can call Gorkin's chief is the only ogre magician, who is also Gorkin's mother Honey.
Gorkin's mother was an equally majestic ogre, and her weapon was also a stout bone hammer.
It's also her staff.
Gorkin picked up the vat in the middle of the tribe and walked towards the oasis not far behind the tribe.
He had to go get some water first.
The ogres did not put the tribe in the oasis completely, they also knew their own virtues, and once they settled in the oasis, it would not be long before the oasis was ruined by them.
Wonderful, this little oasis also attracts other creatures to come and drink, and indirectly provides food for the ogre.
Ogres are stupid, but they also understand the sustainability of resources.
Ignoring the other creatures who were frightened, Gorkin returned to the tribe with half a jar of water in a waterhole in the center of the oasis.
Now there is no shortage of food in the tribe, and there is no need to hunt these creatures.
Placing the water tank on the improvised campfire, Gorkin shouted, "Mom! It's on fire! ”
As soon as Gorkin finished speaking, a fireball the size of a human head flew out and landed directly on the firewood in the campfire.
Sparks splashed and firewood ignited.
These firewoods are desert thorns that grow on the Gobi, which are very drought tolerant and are everywhere.
If you're lucky, these desert thorns can also bear some small fruits, barely quenching your thirst.
Gorkin rummaged through the supplies contributed by the Terran caravan, took out a handful of jerky and placed it on the stone slab next to him, picked up the bone hammer and smashed it down with a clatter, smashing it into minced meat.
Pick up the slate and pour the minced meat directly into the pot, and throw in a piece of salt to taste.
After thinking about it, Gorkin directly poured the bit of rice into it.
The bone hammer stirred directly inside and let it stay alive.
Taking advantage of this, Gorkin went to the oasis again to pick out some leaves and grass leaves, and when he returned to the camp, he put them aside, waiting for a while before he was almost ready to sprinkle them.
In Honey's impatient muttering, Gorkin saw that the rice had all bloomed, and then sprinkled all the green leaves in it.
"Open the meal!"
Gorkin shouted, and his mother, Honey, walked over.
"Let's call it rice and minced porridge!"
To be honest, Gorkin was very unhappy with the food he made.
Before he crossed over, he was a serious Chinese chef.
Although he is only a chef in a small restaurant, he has been in the kitchen for seven or eight years.
If conditions allow, Gorkin can make a good table!
Pity...
This endless desert where birds don't poop, and being able to eat and drink water is already considered a happy life.
And there is nowhere to get so many spices.
With Gorkin's roar, the ogres scattered in all corners of the tribe to avoid the sun slowly walked out.
The door to the customs hall on the other side was also opened.
Six waiters from all races walked out, and the one who had just arrived today was followed by the other five.
If it weren't for the treatment that her five seniors had already told her about the treatment here, she would never have come out.
As for the first five, they've been here for a while and are a little used to it.
Gorkin forbade them to do anything to the staff of the House of Customs, as long as they didn't run away.
After the initial panic and apprehension, they had given up on the idea of escaping.
The only thing interested in their services was the chieftain of the tribe, Gorkin, an ogre, and the other ogres looked down on them at all.
And Gorkin and their size do not match, as long as Gorkin comes, they go into battle together, with their tongues ...
Although Gorkin has been an ogre since he was a child, he really can't accept the looks and figure of a female ogre...
They only need to work this way to eat and drink water, and there is no danger to their lives, so why not?
As for the shame?
Compared to eating, drinking, and life, that's a fart?
From the initial panic, now they even look at Gorkin with a hint of gratitude.
Every time the chief comes to enjoy, he will go to the oasis to wash himself first, especially the little chief, who is especially clean!
What is it!?!
That's all about respect!!
If possible, they even want to introduce friends they know to come with their sisters!
Most women and weaker men have a very low status in this world.
In this world, the strong are respected!
As the staff of the customs hall, each of them was given a bowl of sticky rice and minced porridge.
The ogres were not particular about it, and directly used the skulls of various animals, and as for their utensils, they had their own kind passing caravans to provide them.
This large vat of meat porridge is obviously not enough for this large group of ogres with big shoulders and round waists, they are more to satisfy their hunger.
After all, the only one who is in the mood to cook a good meal is the chief.
Gorkin also scooped a bowl.
As an ogre chieftain, he is no exception, and his bowl is also the skull of some giant beast.
Taking a big sip, Gorkin smacked his lips.
As a Blue Star person, this thing is really hard to swallow, and in the countryside of the Dragon Country, it's not that dogs who have been hungry for three days won't eat this thing.
But as a creature living in an endless desert, this thing has meat, soup, salt, and precious rice, which is a very good food.
Ogres eat everything, but they also prefer to eat something fragrant.
For the staff of the Customs Museum, these things are actually better than what they eat in their respective cities or tribal settlements.
These things were placed in the place where they used to live, so as to save money.
But for Gorkin, they are all hand-outs, and they are naturally not distressed to eat.
Gorkin, who was eating, suddenly began to receive news in his mind.
[Approval +2]
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[Statistics completed, current dishes: rice and minced porridge, number of eaters: 23, harvest recognition value: 36]
【Rewards are being distributed...】
[Dish: Rice and minced porridge, get the reward: clear spring water tank]
[Clear spring water tank: A water tank with a capacity of 500L, which contains clear spring water, which is refreshed and replenished in the early morning every day. (fragile, store carefully, not repairable)]
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