“High Priest.”
Tang Guo called out from outside the stone house. She glanced at a bowl placed on a stone by the door. Inside the bowl was some meat broth. It must have been someone from the tribe who, not wanting to disturb Yin Yao, left the broth outside.
Inside the house, Yin Yao’s whole body tensed. He took a moment to calm the slight turbulence in his heart, then replied coolly.
“Ah Guoguo?”
“It’s me, High Priest. We agreed yesterday, remember?” Tang Guo stood at the door, smiling brightly. “You said I could come see you every day to treat my illness.”
The High Priest, who had been holding a stone utensil, nearly dropped it. He kept a straight face. “I remember.”
“Well then… High Priest, I’m coming in.”
Before Yin Yao could respond, Tang Guo pushed open the door woven from vines. She poked her head in first and, upon seeing Yin Yao sitting properly inside, stepped fully into the room.
System: This host is truly beyond words.
“High Priest, I found out what caused that delicious smell yesterday. Gaien already told everyone.”
Yin Yao was sitting cross-legged on the ground. In front of him was a low stone table, which he used when treating the sick or performing divinations.
The two stone stools were actually the only ones in the tribe. As for where they came from, probably only Yin Yao himself knew.
Tang Guo sat cross-legged across from Yin Yao. Her bright, beautiful eyes stared straight at him, making Yin Yao so tense that his gaze remained fixed on the tortoise shell on the table, which he used for divination.
“High Priest, sure enough, just looking at you makes me feel better.”
Yin Yao’s hands, resting at his sides, trembled slightly. Fortunately, he hadn’t lifted them to handle the divination tools.
“Mm.” He responded stiffly, face taut. “Ah Guoguo, you said you know the reason for the smell?”
“Yep. Turns out it was that new female. She made meat broth and added seasoning, so that’s why it smelled so good.” Tang Guo recalled the bowl she saw by the door and turned to bring it in. “This must’ve been sent by Gaien.”
Yin Yao remembered Gaien had called out earlier, saying he left something at the door.
“Want to try some?” Tang Guo placed the meat broth in front of Yin Yao. He looked at the broth with green herbs floating on top, took a small sip, and his brows relaxed. “It really is better than roasted meat.”
Everyone in the tribe knew that the High Priest didn’t eat raw meat. He rarely ate roasted meat either, finding the taste unpleasant, and mostly lived on fruit. Because of this, the tribe believed the High Priest to be a deity in mortal form.
“I can make it too.”
Yin Yao set down the bowl, clearly not someone who cared much about food. Looking at the little female in front of him and hearing her slightly proud words, he chuckled, “Ah Guoguo, you’re not afraid of fire anymore?”
“I remember during every ritual, you would always hide far away. You looked especially afraid of fire. Are you sure you know how to cook meat broth?”
Tang Guo also found it a bit funny. Who was afraid of fire?
“Not anymore. You don’t believe me, High Priest?”
Seeing how serious she looked, Yin Yao was at a loss for words.
“Then let me show you. How about that?”
Before Yin Yao could answer, Tang Guo stood up. “Let me borrow your utensils, High Priest. I’ll make you some meat broth right here.”
Seeing her so excited, Yin Yao didn’t stop her. He was also curious to see whether this little female, who used to be terrified of fire, really dared to cook with it now.
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