The sick young member of the Fire Tribe watched with reluctance and regret as Han Cheng carried away the bowls. His face was full of reluctance and regret.
The bowls, which had never been used before, still had plenty of delicious food, but now they were being taken away, leaving them feeling very sorry.
Han Cheng looked at the bowl in his hand, which had been licked a few times, and couldn't help but sniff. Why did every primitive person seem to have the self-taught skill of licking bowls?
Setting the bowl down and turning to look at the primitive youth who seemed unsatisfied, Han Cheng sniffed again.
First, it was half a medicinal soup, then nearly a meat soup. Heaven knows how this guy managed to fit all that into his stomach.
With these thoughts in mind, Han Cheng poured half of the boiled water from the pot into a ceramic basin, then turned and scooped some cold water from outside the boat, checking the temperature and finding it acceptable. He then approached the curled-up primitive youth with water in hand.
He placed the warm water in front of the primitive youth, thinking that washing with just his hands would be uncomfortable. Then he turned and walked away, finding a piece of animal skin.
When he turned back, he found the youth burying his head in the basin, gulping down the water. A quarter of the basin was already gone.
Han Cheng was dumbfounded. How thirsty could this guy be? Why was he drinking face wash water?
The primitive youth lifted his head, looked at Han Cheng, and burped, spilling water.
The primitive youth felt uneasy because he hadn't finished all the water meant for drinking.
In their tribe, wasting food was not allowed.
Seeing the youth's expression, Han Cheng could only shake his head in exasperation.
He approached, wetting the animal skin in the basin, then wringing it out and wiping his face with it before gesturing for the primitive youth to do the same.
The primitive youth looked bewildered as he glanced between Han Cheng, the basin, and the wet animal skin handed to him.
The last two times, the soup poured out was for him to drink. Why was it different this time?
After waiting for a while and thinking that the youth didn't understand, Han Cheng wiped his face with the animal skin and then pointed to the youth's face.
Taking the animal skin handed to him by Han Cheng, the primitive youth hesitantly brought it to his face and began to wipe, his expression still somewhat confused.
Han Cheng thought he was not used to washing his face and didn't think much of it.
The primitive youth only wiped his cheeks, nose, and eyes with the animal skin, neglecting the rest of his face, resembling a cat washing its face.
Han Cheng watched for a while, feeling impatient with his slowness. Then he took the animal skin back and rinsed it in the basin. The clean water turned black.
Han Cheng couldn't help but sniff. He hadn't even finished wiping his whole face...
With that in mind, Han Cheng wrung out the animal skin and personally began to wash the youth's face.
He deserved such treatment as a patient who was used to testing medicine.
The primitive youth being wiped out by Han Cheng remained somewhat bewildered, not only because he had drunk water not meant for drinking but also because he had never washed his face before...
After his face, which hadn't been washed for who knows how long, was wiped clean, its original color was revealed.
It was unexpectedly fair, whether because of the sickness or because his face had been covered and had never seen the sun.
Although not as fair as the "little white faces" of the future, he was the fairest of all the people Han Cheng had encountered since coming here.
His two black eyes on this face suddenly made Han Cheng think of pearl milk tea.
This must be Milk Tea Brother.
Han Cheng chuckled at the thought.
The weather was still relatively cool, especially after the water.
To prevent this man's condition from worsening, Han Cheng washed him down section by section, from top to bottom.
By now, the exposed areas from under the animal skin had been cleaned, so Han Cheng used his hands to pull off the dirty animal skin that was barely recognizable.
However, the guy who hadn't reacted suddenly hugged the animal's skin tightly, refusing to let Han Cheng take it away.
Han Cheng knew what he was thinking - he was worried that Han Cheng would take away his animal skin.
Burning with fever , this guy still cared so much about these external belongings.
Han Cheng thought to himself and let go of his hand, turning to find an animal skin package. After opening it, two pieces of animal skin clothes appeared, which Han Cheng had changed out of a few days ago.
Although they hadn't been cleaned after being removed, they were still much cleaner than the guy's clothes.
"Here, take this off."
The teenager took the animal skin clothes handed to him by Han Cheng, looking somewhat dumbfounded, as if he couldn't believe that such good things were meant for him to wear.
Han Cheng didn't care what the guy was thinking. He reached out and pulled the animal skin off the guy, throwing it into the water.
The distracted primitive youth stood up excitedly from the boat, watching anxiously as the dirty animal skin drifted away from the boat. He seemed eager to retrieve it.
As he moved, the boat rocked.
Han Cheng pulled him back outside to prevent him from falling into the water or overturning the boat.
Patting the clothes the primitive youth was holding, Han Cheng said, "This is yours."
After saying this, he picked up the animal's skin and wiped the guy.
After wiping him a few times, Han Cheng felt something was off. Why did this guy seem to be missing something?
He thought about it, puzzled, then looked down and saw a bulge that seemed a bit high.
But above this bulge, there was nothing but bare skin, missing a stick and the two little eggs...
"Brother, where's your thing?"
Han Cheng stared at the bare bulge for a while, then stood up straight, pulling the teenager's body over in panic and asking urgently.
The teenager was still looking unwillingly at the disappearing animal skin.
Hearing Han Cheng's question, he instinctively pointed towards the distant animal's skin.
Han Cheng's eyes widened instantly.
Did he accidentally rip it off while pulling the animal skin too hard and then throw it away along with the animal skin?
Han Cheng glanced down, but there was no sign of bleeding!
The animal skin in Han Cheng's hand fell into the basin below, and then he turned his head dazedly. In his mind, that bare, empty bulge flashed back and forth.
How did peeling off an animal's skin turn Milk Tea Brother into Milk Tea Sister?!
The primitive youth, holding the animal skin clothes stripped bare by Han Cheng, looked dazedly at Han Cheng, who was holding his head with one hand, not understanding why this person, who had just taken away his animal skin and thrown it into the water, suddenly had such a big reaction...