Yuan Lang, on the other hand, was chewing with a look of pure enjoyment.
"Is this jerky or a rock? I can't even take a bite."
Wu Yue scrunched up her face, fuming internally. 'This jerky is just cruel. And wasn't I the one who taught the tribe how to make it in the first place?'
Yuan Lang glanced at the jerky in her hand, the smile at the corners of his lips deepening.
His large, well-defined hand took the jerky from her and popped it into his mouth. He then reached for a lighter-colored piece and handed it to her. "The kind you had is what Beastmen eat while hunting or use in stews at home. Try this kind. The meat is more tender."
The moment he took out the lighter-colored jerky, it released an incredibly enticing aroma. A single sniff told her that a lot of seasonings had been added during its preparation, unlike the previous jerky that was hard enough to kill someone with.
It was even soft enough to be squeezed by hand.
