He looked at Wu Yue with a sincere expression. "I wonder if you have a good solution?"
Wu Yue sneered. 'One bucket to trick me into making food for you? You've got some beautiful dreams to go with that pretty face of yours.'
She put on a troubled expression. "Oh dear, I don't have a solution for that either. Everyone in the tribe cooks wild vegetables the same way. Maybe you'll get used to it if you keep trying."
Looking at the young female's large, round eyes, Yuan Lang was inwardly amused.
'This cunning young female. She wants the horse to run without feeding it any grass. Where in the world could you find a deal that good?'
So he shook his head. "In that case, forget it. I made these carefully polished little wooden buckets specifically to trade with females for delicious food."
Wu Yue suddenly felt like she was in a marketplace, haggling over prices. But...
"Don't be in such a rush. I haven't finished talking yet."
Yuan Lang: "!!!"
