The whale beside him had already red eyes. The life of their aquarium was really hard. The baby born every year was much smaller than the orcs who died hunting. Seeing that there were fewer tribes in the tribe, there were no beasts in a hurry.

However, the food in the sea is too cold and it is too harmful to the females' bodies. Only a few females in the tribe can give birth to cubs, and most females will never be able to give birth to cubs in their lifetime.

There are even many females who die because of a large amount of cold air accumulated in their bodies when raising their cubs.

And those cubs that can be born smoothly are born by many orcs who risk their lives to find food to have a chance of birth.

Ji Nuan pushed the porcelain bowl containing the fried purple fruit grains to them: "This is the fried purple fruit grains, you can try it."

The two orcs blinked, sniffed, then picked up the spoon on the table, picked up some fried purple fruit grains and put them in their mouths.

The crispy and burnt fried purple fruit grains exploded in their mouths as the two beasts chewed, making their little sad mood instantly improve again.

Sure enough, food can heal everything.

Looking at their eyes, Ji Nuan knew that their impression of fried purple fruit grains was quite good, but she still asked with a hint of showing off her mind: "How is it?"

The Whale Saint sighed: "I really didn't expect that there was such delicious food, it's really..."

Hundreds of years have passed in vain.

Jing Luo, who was standing beside him, was shaking the spoon and stuffing the remaining fried purple fruit grains in the bowl into his mouth.

Both cheeks bulged. While eating, they nodded their heads squeakingly. Judging from the light in his eyes, they should be praising the taste of the fried purple fruit grains.

"The sea goods of the aquarium tribe are different from our prey, so the quantity exchanged must be determined based on the sea goods you bring.

But at most we can only exchange fried purple fruit grains that can fill a hundred baskets of them for you."

Ji Nuan looked at the two orcs.

Jingluo looked at her pitifully: "Can't you have more?"

Ji Nuan smiled bitterly: "Our purple fruits should also be kept for the cold season. A small part of them will be exchanged for other tribes. The ones given to you, the giant whale tribe are already big heads, let's talk about it..."

She pointed to the pancake: "Isn't there any pancake? If the two foods are together, it should be enough for the females of your tribe to spend the entire cold season."

The two beasts nodded, and this was all they could do. After all, they would have to live the cold season.

"If you want to use this pancake, you will be more of it. However, it takes a lot of time to make these two kinds of foods, so we can't make them all the time, so the quantity is set at 200 large back baskets."

The whale priest nodded, and the exchange was decided.

"Doctor Ji Nuan, I wonder how the porcelain of your tribe is exchanged?"

The whale priest looked at Ji Nuan with anticipation.

A hint of entanglement and embarrassment appeared on Ji Nuan's face: "I am dissatisfied with the whale sacrifice, and there is no way to exchange porcelain yet."

The whale priest was anxious: "Why? We can exchange a lot of items."

Ji Nuan sighed and picked up the bowl that had just been fried purple fruit grains: "Whale priest looks at this bowl."
Chapter completed!