Transmigrated In A Beast World: I Just Want To Build My Kingdom, Not Mate - Chapter 35

Chapter 35: Malt Syrup and Mating

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Qiao Mo couldn’t help but burst into laughter at Harry’s evaluation of Barron’s smell.

Ignoring Barron’s angry gaze, Qiao Mo walked briskly to the outside of the house. Now that the problem of the salt had been taken care of, Qiao Mo was planning on researching sugar.

“Malt seeds and white rice? We’ll need to go to the Beast God City to look for the cow tribe to trade with them for those. Only the big family clans in the Beast God City are proficient in farming. I’ll go inform Lily right away. They’re going to the city to trade for food today.”

Fortunately, after Qiao Mo described the form and uses of wheat, Harry quickly understood what Qiao Mo was talking about. In this world, they used the same name for wheat.

“Why don’t I go to the Beast God City with Lily and the others?” Qiao Mo had wanted to visit the legendary Beast God City for a long time. After all, she had been living in the forest ever since she arrived.

However, Harry firmly rejected Qiao Mo’s idea. “No, you haven’t recovered. If you want to go, I’ll go with you personally after you’ve recovered.”

He didn’t want to lose Qiao Mo again. Ever since Qiao Mo had been captured by Charlie the last time she went out with Lily, Harry had made up his mind that he must be by her side each time she went out.

Seeing his firm attitude, Qiao Mo thought of how she hadn’t recovered and agreed.

Harry returned from the females quickly. He told Qiao Mo happily that because Qiao Mo had cured Elder Jessie, taught them how to braise meat, and had also brought back so much salt, they were willing to use the spices they made to trade for as much malt as they could for her.

Qiao Mo was a little touched.

In the afternoon, Lily led the females and brought back a lot of white rice and malt seeds to Harry’s house.

Qiao Mo was planning on making malt syrup.

The quality of the white rice here wasn’t very good. They were yellow and coarse. Qiao Mo soaked the malt in water and put them together with rice in a container to ferment.

Then, she brought some females to the riverside to wash the peppercorn, remove their shells, then dry them under the sun before grinding them into powder. Qiao Mo had spent almost the entirety of the next two days busy preparing seasonings.

After the malt and rice were fermented, Qiao Mo started to make sugar. Of course, this kind of sugar would not be like white granulated sugar.

It’d be a viscous yellow syrup. This was the technique used by people in ancient China to make sugar and was relatively simple. Although the sugar couldn’t be refined nor could they make it such that no impurities were left behind, it was sufficient to be used in improving the taste of the dishes or make some sweets and snacks,

When Qiao Mo dipped her finger in the sticky syrup and put it into Lily’s mouth, the little girl with the upturned nose and green eyes let out a cheerful wolf’s howl.

Lily said that this was even sweeter than the fruits produced by the sweetest fruit trees in the elephant tribe’s territory.

At night, when Harry returned to his room, he saw Qiao Mo fiddling with the bottles and cans on the windowsill. All of them contained the seasonings Qiao Mo used to make various delicacies.

Looking at Qiao Mo’s slender and busy figure that appeared especially gentle under the reflection of the fire, Harry’s heart turned soft.

He thought to himself that this must be the feeling of having a female of his own.

It felt really nice.

As Harry thought this, he had already untied his animal skin clothing and hugged Qiao Mo’s waist from behind. He bit Qiao Mo’s ear and said softly, “Shall we mate?”

He knew that Qiao Mo’s estrus period had passed and mating could no longer bring him children, but he still wanted to mate with her.

Qiao Mo let out a cry of surprise and almost knocked over her sugar jar. “Harry, stop it!”

However, she could already feel a hard object pressed against her lower back. “I can’t hold it in anymore..”