City: Hilarious Commercial Street

Chapter 32 032. I'm planning to resign
In the orc tribe, it is said that they smell aroma, and it definitely does not mean the aroma of barbecue.

Because this thing is as common as rice here.

Especially during this period of time, Li Fei has been staying in the back kitchen every night to ensure that the quality of each char-grilled beef is up to standard.

This made his nose not only very sensitive to the smell of barbecue, but also developed a new function that can be blocked if he wants to.

So after smelling the non-meaty aroma in the air, it is indeed the aroma of food.

Li Fei, who originally wanted to talk to the old prophet, sniffed the scent and walked to the path that he hardly ever goes.

The orc's three-meter-high body naturally required a large range of space, which caused the camp to be no weaker than a small town in terms of area.

Walking along the scent, Li Fei turned left and right for a long time, and finally stopped in front of a house.

The orc housewife sitting in front of the tent door, in front of her is a burning pot of fire, a black iron pot is placed on top of the fire, inside the pot
"Is this noodles?"

Looking at the inside of the pot as thin as noodles, but looking more like a combination of konjac and rice noodles, Li Fei raised his own doubts.

Seeing this big boss who was announced by the old prophet as the third person of the tribe appeared in front of her, the orc housewife didn't seem too scared, but her attitude was a little reserved.

"This is not noodles, this is a cold food made by grinding beef tendon, fresh grass, salt, and forest mushrooms into powder"

"The finished product has almost no taste, you can eat it with sauce or other things according to your own taste"

"Can I have a taste?"

When the orc housewife heard this, she turned around and walked into the tent, and then took out a sack of cold food that looked like noodles.

Li Fei, who was looking forward to it, pulled out a thirty centimeter long one.

After he put it in his mouth and chewed it, he knew that he had finally found the second food that could be sold at the orc food stall!
Because of the taste of this thing, thanks to the powerful arm strength of the orcs, the beef tendon has been completely ground into powder, but in the subsequent processing, the taste of the beef tendon was brought back, making it between jelly and konjac .

As for almost only a faint grass fragrance, it is not a big problem.

This gives guests the freedom to choose their favorite flavor.

Spicy, sweet and salty, almost everything can be adapted.

You know, in the past week, faced with the only charcoal-grilled whole beef in the food stall, it's not that Li Fei didn't develop new food so that diners have more choices.

However, these orcs took it out.

Either it is too much for the taste of orcs, or it needs the help of a caravan.

Unpalatable and difficult to make, it has troubled everyone for a long time.

Now, finally found this cool bar!

It is not only in line with human taste, but also can be produced on a large scale in the tribe.

Li Fei decided on the spot to add this item to today's menu.

Sell ​​it for a sack first.

If the response is good tonight, then long-term supply.

With Li Fei's approval, the orc housewife in front of her was also very excited.

After all, making money in the tribe is to distribute dividends fairly to everyone, but it is also very reasonable for those who have made special contributions to get more.

Now this little thing that I usually eat by myself is actually taken by the nobles of the tribe.

Then, the old prophets will be stingy?

The upper strata of the tribe want to earn tokens to exchange for grass seeds. Ordinary tribesmen like them naturally need more cattle to increase their personal wealth.

So, Li Fei took her and walked towards the tent at the highest point of the tribe.

When the two came to the old prophet's tent, the housewife knew her status, so naturally she didn't dare to go in casually without the old prophet's consent.

But Li Fei didn't have so many scruples.

He walked in carelessly, and then pulled the curtain of the tent shut at the speed of light.

Because the old prophet is wearing a war mask again!
Looking at the old man Gul'dan who was wearing the same mask as Azu's, Li Fei, who was holding back his laughter, pinched his waist with one hand, and asked calmly, "Hey! What are you doing? Are you like this?" Wearing a war mask every day, do you want to scare your own people into tears?"

The old prophet, who was staring at himself in the mirror, slowly turned his head to the side, staring at Li Fei for a long time with neither sad nor happy eyes, and finally sighed.

"You said, am I, a prophet, a failure?"

"What?"

When Li Fei saw the old prophet's battered appearance, he felt that something was wrong.

Why is the will suddenly so depressed?
Could it be that.
During this period of time, he had been hanging out in the orc tribe, and Li Fei, who had learned about the customs of the orcs, patted the old prophet's eight-pack abs before he left.

In my heart, I slandered a centenarian with eight-pack abs, and felt that he was a failure.

Li Fei said sternly, "Relax, relax, outsider-type social phobia, deep-sea giant creature phobia, there is nothing shameful"

"Think about it, you've been on this grassland all your life and hardly deal with outsiders, so..."

"No, we have to go to Longting every year to hold a tribal meeting and allocate the pasture according to our strength."

Li Fei: "What the hell am I trying to comfort you?"

Old Prophet: "I'm just alas!!!"

After a long sigh, the old prophet took off Azu's blindfold of the same style, threw it on the bed, sat down on the ground, and put the crutches on his knees.

A pair of large antique hands with a history of a hundred years caressed the ancestral crutches passed down from generation to generation by the tribe, which had been rounded and even covered with pulp.

After touching it for a while, the old prophet went directly to the storytelling session.

"This crutch, since 3000 years ago, has been held by the prophets of all ages as a status symbol"

Li Fei: "The crutches are so rounded. If the first criterion for your prophet's appointment is to have inconvenient legs and feet, why don't you build a wheelchair?"

Old Prophet: "Naughty beast!!! I'll eat this old man!!!"

Interrupted by Li Fei's pretending to be indecent, the atmosphere of the old man's legendary story was completely lost, and the old prophet didn't bother to continue.

After fast-forwarding to the key point, the old prophet said frankly, "I want to step back. During this period of time, I feel that I have no power to support the tribe to move forward."

Hearing that the old prophet was about to resign, Li Fei immediately panicked.

At present, in the tribe, the person who can still control Daniel is the old man with a cane in front of him!

If he quits, then who can cure Daniel's force ceiling?

"No!" Li Fei objected without hesitation.

The old prophet shook his head, "No, Li Fei, this is not something you can object to, I have submitted my idea to the tribal council, I believe they will pass this matter soon, and find a A new prophet has come to replace me"

"Then I'll bribe them!"

(End of this chapter)