Richard Thompson was sweating coldly—wasn’t it just a snack? Did it really have to be so violent and bloody? Luckily, I didn’t get greedy just now, otherwise… Just thinking about it is terrifying. But, aren’t any of the adults going to do something? Richard Thompson looked up again and saw that quite a few adults were watching those little kids eating with envy, with no intention of intervening at all.

This… this was just something I made casually to brush you off. If I seriously made braised intestines for you, would someone die? Richard Thompson suddenly felt that his cooking skills here were basically tempting people to commit crimes. If there wasn’t enough food for everyone to try, he absolutely couldn’t make it. That would be too scary.

The young man once again brought the food over to the old woman and the old man.

The old man first lowered his head and sniffed hard, his sunken eyes blinking constantly, curiosity written all over his face. Suddenly, he glanced at Richard Thompson, then looked around as if searching for something. After a while, he suddenly picked up two sticks from the ground and imitated Richard Thompson, trying to pick up the food with them.

Countless angry gazes shot toward the old man—wasn’t he just trying to make everyone jealous? But no one said a word.

This old man is something else, but isn’t it a bit dirty to mess around like that? Richard Thompson saw that the old man still couldn’t get the hang of it, so he called out, “Sir.”

The old man looked back at Richard Thompson, and Richard Thompson raised his hand, moving the two sticks between his fingers.

“Oh, oh, oh!”

The old man seemed to suddenly understand, and imitated Richard Thompson’s posture to pick up the food again. The old man’s comprehension was actually pretty good—he managed to pick up a piece, though his mouth and hands weren’t quite coordinated. He bent over, tilted his head, and shakily brought a piece of intestine to his mouth. Instantly, his eyes widened. After a moment, his mouth started moving rapidly, one hand holding his forehead, spinning in place, muttering, “This taste, this taste…”

As he spoke, he excitedly took his withered wooden staff and knocked himself on the head a few times, as if feeling a bit anxious.

Suddenly, he turned to look at Richard Thompson, waddled quickly over to the fire, and in his old eyes appeared a pure, innocent look—the kind you only see in elementary school classrooms, a thirst for knowledge. “You… how did you make this?”

Are you kidding? Before you agree to take me in, how could I possibly tell you? Richard Thompson smiled and said, “It’s not something I can explain in a few words. I’ll teach you later!”

This was just something Richard Thompson said offhand, but the old man actually believed him, nodding happily. He didn’t care about keeping a safe distance and just squatted right next to Richard Thompson, grinning foolishly.

The little kids also ran over, like little wolf pups, kneeling and crawling on the ground, staring at the stone slab, drooling. But their eyes were more like wild beasts, full of desire and hunger, with no thirst for knowledge at all.

The young man, seeing that the old man had stopped eating, was delighted and started offering the delicious food to the women one by one. The strong men nearby just waited quietly. Although their eyes were full of hunger, Richard Thompson noticed this and thought to himself, Looks like this is still a matriarchal era, and everything is communal.

After the women got their food, they all curiously sniffed it before eating. Other than not tearing or kicking, their expressions were no different from the little kids—shock in their eyes, and they all licked their fingers without any hesitation, including the dignified old woman.

“It’s so delicious!”

“Are we really eating that stinky stuff?”

“It should be.”

“No way, no way, how could that stinky stuff taste better than meat?”

“Wuwuwu… We threw away so much of that stinky stuff before. Can we still get it back?”

A young woman actually started crying. No need to ask, they must have thrown away all that stinky stuff before. Now that they suddenly discovered how delicious it was, how could they not cry?

But it’s no wonder. Judging by their reverence for fire, they must have just moved from eating raw to cooked food. Suddenly adding such advanced seasonings—never mind their brains, even their tongues can’t keep up.

Richard Thompson almost burst out laughing at the sight and said, “This… this is called cooking. It turns things that don’t taste good into something delicious, and makes delicious things even better.”

“Cooking!”

Everyone suddenly snapped out of it, staring at Richard Thompson, licking their lips, as if Richard Thompson himself was a delicious meal.

“Uh… I mean the food, the cooking, not me. I’m not tasty.”

Richard Thompson panicked a little and hurried to get busy again. In his eyes, these people were all savages—he had to feed them quickly.

Fortunately, there really was a lot of offal, and it couldn’t all be finished in just one or two rounds.

Compared to before, now everyone was gathered around Richard Thompson. For no other reason than that they just wanted to smell that aroma.

At first, they all wolfed down the food, but later, they started to chew slowly, reluctant to finish. Some women even hid a few pieces in their crotches, leaving Richard Thompson at a loss for words. Hiding it in their crotches, this…

“Whew…!”