Surviving in the Beast World with a System

Chapter 76: Chapter 76: Disillusioned Yuan Lang

But recalling that this was a completely different world, Yuan Lang begrudgingly picked up the stack of stone bowls and the stone pot. He shot the smiling young female a dark look, then walked away.

Qingcao, standing to the side, held her jaw. "Yue, you actually made a Beastman wash the dishes!"

Wu Yue looked at her calmly. "What’s wrong? Isn’t that perfectly normal? The two of us made the food, so he washes the dishes. I think that’s fair.

Besides, if he doesn’t want to eat here anymore, he won’t have to wash any more dishes."

It wasn’t about what he thought; it was about what *she* thought!

The Beastman at the entrance, who had been about to drop the stone bowls and bolt, froze when he heard her words. He looked down at the dirty stone bowls in his hands, then thought about the delicious food the young female made.

After muttering a complaint, he decisively headed for the riverbank.

’How could something like washing dishes possibly stump the invincible Great General? As if!’

Hua Shu was washing wild vegetables, chatting and laughing with the few females next to her.

Suddenly, she thought she saw a familiar figure squatting by the river not far off, washing something.

She rubbed her eyes in disbelief and looked again.

Sure enough, it was her troublesome tiger cub, no doubt about it.

That troublesome thing, who usually just loafed around at home eating and waiting to die, was now scrubbing a pile of stone pots and bowls with a serious look on his handsome face.

Hua Shu felt like she could hear her own jaw hit the ground. She turned to the female beside her. "Shui, take a look for me. Is that my troublesome cub?"

Shui turned to look...

’Holy cow!’

’I mean... seriously!’

She turned to Grandma Hua Shu, her face a mask of shock. "It really is your cub! He’s actually washing stone pots and bowls! Am I seeing things?"

Hua Shu let out a cold laugh. "You’re not mistaken. That’s the damned cub, all right."

’His Amu is over here working her fingers to the bone washing vegetables, and this troublesome brat has trotted his tiger legs clear to the edge of the Polar Forest.’

’Instead of helping his own Amu, just which young female is he helping?’

Great General Yuan Lang, who was grumbling to himself by the river, suddenly felt an intensely hot gaze sweeping over him. His broad back instantly tensed.

He tightened his grip on the stone bowl, his dark brows furrowing slightly.

’Could a wild beast have snuck into the tribe?’

"Yuan Lang..." a voice ground out from behind him.

Yuan Lang’s face stiffened. That familiar voice, that familiar tone... ’It’s my dear Amu, no doubt about it.’

"You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not Yuan Lang."

He replied in a high-pitched voice, grabbing the clean pots and bowls and preparing to bolt.

But a somewhat rough hand grabbed his ear. "Still pretending? I gave birth to you, how could I not recognize you?"

Grandma Hua Shu angrily gave his butt a kick. "Fess up! Are you out chasing young females again?"

’This little tiger cub. He used to just act all cool and mighty to pick up young females. I thought he’d changed, but I never imagined his new tricks would be this next-level.’

’A proud Beastman, actually washing pots and bowls for a young female!’

"OW, OW, OW! Let go, let go!"

Yuan Lang struggled, scanning his surroundings. ’A moment this damaging to my reputation absolutely cannot be seen by any of my crew.’

"Hey? Yuan Lang, what are you doing? It’s taking you a long time just to wash a few things."

Wu Yue’s voice came from behind them. Yuan Lang’s body instantly went rigid. ’My perfect image as a mighty, domineering, cool, and aloof man... it’s cracking.’

Hua Shu let go of Yuan Lang’s ear and frowned at Wu Yue. "The pots and bowls Yuan Lang was washing... are they yours, Yue?"