Chapter 104: The Thief Who Stole Milk

Chapter 104: The Thief Who Stole Milk

Shi Tou is now somewhat afraid of meeting the most respected Divine Child.

This is obvious because anyone who secretly eats deer milk, got caught by a fawn, hastily escapes from the deer pen, and then realizes that the person they respect the most is standing outside, struggling to hold back laughter with a red faceno one wants to meet that person for a short period.

After Han Cheng laughed, he felt a sudden inspiration in his mind.

In the modern world, the ones who drink the most milk are not calves but humans. So, he wondered if he could replicate this and make the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe drink the most deer milk rather than the fawns.

If successful, it would be a tremendous benefit, especially for the children and the elderly in the tribe.

After thinking about this, Han Cheng joined the ranks of the improper behavior toward the old Deer Lord's wife.

Of course, he wouldn't do it like that guy Shi Tou, who laid on the ground to suck the teat with his mouth. Han Cheng came prepared with a bowl.

The old Deer Lord was generous and didn't mind that the creature that often showed filial piety to him was now milking its wife. It had plenty of wives, and besides, it didn't touch that area. To enjoy more delicious baby mustard greens, the old deer even managed to chase away the fawn that was eyeing the opportunity to come and feed.

Worried that the naive little one would come over to cause trouble, the old Deer Lord watched intently.

Its attitude was surprisingly consistent with that rowdy Fu Jiang, who was always fighting.

This moved Han Cheng quite a bit.

Imitating the way the fawn sucked milk, he pressed his hand upwards and then squeezed it downwards. The milky-white, warm deer milk flowed into the large bowl in his hands.

Han Cheng did not expect that this seemingly not-so-big female deer would have such a good yield. No wonder it could raise the little fawn so well, even in the harsh winter.

Indeed, deer can't be judged by their appearance, and the cup can't determine the milk quality.

Just like some women he had encountered in the later part of his life, appearing delicate and small, but in reality

Uh, the narrative went off track.

Han Cheng had misunderstood the old Deer Lord. It chased away the fawn not out of understanding but to seize the opportunity for a share of the milk.

Han Cheng felt helpless about the old Deer Lord's shamelessness. This female deer is your wife. You can drink whenever you want.

Then, he used a piece of peeled animal hides, specifically used to prevent burns, as a pad on the clay pot. Han Cheng poured the steaming deer milk into a bowl.

After blowing on it to cool it slightly, he brought the bowl to his mouth, took a sip, and a strong, somewhat milk fragrance filled his mouth.

The gamely taste was much stronger than that of later-life pure cow's milk, but it was already much better than drinking raw deer milk. The thin layer of cream made it especially delicious.

Han Cheng only drank two sips with little deer milk left, leaving about half. He resisted the urge to continue drinking and carried the remaining portion into the inner cave to give it to the shaman.

When Shi Tou saw Han Cheng coming in, his heart pounded like a fawn's. He quickly lowered his head and shifted to the side, pretending to be earnestly recording things, trying to conceal his embarrassment.

It wasn't until Han Cheng reached out and patted his head that he felt more at ease.

"What's this?"

Shaman, still maintaining his inquisitive and studious spirit, asked as he saw Han Cheng bringing in something he had never seen before, without directly drinking it.

"Deer milk."

Han Cheng explained to the shaman using both words and gestures. After the shaman understood, he urged him to drink quickly. Otherwise, it would not taste good after it cooled down.

Following Han Cheng's advice, the shaman took a sip. After careful tasting, he didn't find it particularly delicious. At least, it wasn't as tasty as the meat and fish soups seasoned with salt.

Shi Tou, who had been paying attention to Han Cheng's words, couldn't help feeling embarrassed after understanding what the Divine Child was making. If it weren't for Han Cheng calling him, he could have buried his head in his crotch and squatted on the ground for a while.

"You try it, it's delicious."

Han Cheng handed the bowl to Shi Tou, smiling.

The young minds of teenagers are the most sensitive and complex. Although Shi Tou was a primitive man, he also understood embarrassment.

For Shi Tou, who was the best at learning Chinese characters and Chinese language, Han Cheng valued him greatly. He didn't want him to be shadowed by this incident.

Shi Tou took the bowl with a red face and drank the remaining portion in one go.

With the bowl still pressed against his face, tasting the fragrant deer milk, his eyes seemed moist.