I am a Primitive Man
Chapter 104 – The Thief Who Stole Milk
Shi Tou is now somewhat afraid of meeting the most respected Divine Child.
This is obvious because anyone who secretly eats deer milk, got caught by a fawn, hastily escapes from the deer pen, and then realizes that the person they respect the most is standing outside, struggling to hold back laughter with a red face—no one wants to meet that person for a short period.
After Han Cheng laughed, he felt a sudden inspiration in his mind.
In the modern world, the ones who drink the most milk are not calves but humans. So, he wondered if he could replicate this and make the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe drink the most deer milk rather than the fawns.
If successful, it would be a tremendous benefit, especially for the children and the elderly in the tribe.
After thinking about this, Han Cheng joined the ranks of the improper behavior toward the old Deer Lord’s wife.
Of course, he wouldn’t do it like that guy Shi Tou, who laid on the ground to suck the teat with his mouth. Han Cheng came prepared with a bowl.
The old Deer Lord was generous and didn’t mind that the creature that often showed filial piety to him was now milking its wife. It had plenty of wives, and besides, it didn’t touch that area. To enjoy more delicious baby mustard greens, the old deer even managed to chase away the fawn that was eyeing the opportunity to come and feed.
Worried that the naive little one would come over to cause trouble, the old Deer Lord watched intently.
Its attitude was surprisingly consistent with that rowdy Fu Jiang, who was always fighting.
This moved Han Cheng quite a bit.
Imitating the way the fawn sucked milk, he pressed his hand upwards and then squeezed it downwards. The milky-white, warm deer milk flowed into the large bowl in his hands.
Han Cheng did not expect that this seemingly not-so-big female deer would have such a good yield. No wonder it could raise the little fawn so well, even in the harsh winter.
Indeed, deer can’t be judged by their appearance, and the cup can’t determine the milk quality.
Just like some women he had encountered in the later part of his life, appearing delicate and small, but in reality—
Uh, the narrative went off track.
Han Cheng had misunderstood the old Deer Lord. It chased away the fawn not out of understanding but to seize the opportunity for a share of the milk.
Han Cheng felt helpless about the old Deer Lord’s shamelessness. This female deer is your wife. You can drink whenever you want.
I’ve worked hard to squeeze out a bit of milk, and you still want to snatch it from me?
Why can’t you understand such a simple thing?
Han Cheng avoided the hand holding the bowl and pushed the old Deer Lord, who was trying to nuzzle in, with all his might.
Later, unable to resist, he poured a little into the pottery basin used to fetch water for the deer.
With its head stretched out, the old Deer Lord quickly licked it clean. Soon after eating, it raised its upper lip, revealing a row of yellow teeth, and extended its neck, looking extremely lewd. Seeing this, Han Cheng wanted to kick it with his foot.
After feeding the Deer Lord, the fawn on the side wagged its tail, looking at its caretaker. Han Cheng also had to pour some into the basin for it.
Fu Jiang, who ate with great enthusiasm, licked it clean and, looking at Han Cheng, seemed to want a few more bites.
Worried that the fawn wouldn’t have enough to eat, Han Cheng didn’t squeeze too much. After feeding the deer and then the half-wolf, half-dog Fu Jiang, there wasn’t much left in the bowl. He wouldn’t get to taste it if he fed Fu Jiang more.
He refused the gluttonous Fu Jiang, brought the bowl to his mouth, tasted little with his mouth, felt the warmth, and tasted a slightly fishy flavor. After the fishy taste, there was a hint of a fragrant aftertaste.
It’s not as delicious as the pure cow’s milk he drank in his later life.
This might be because it wasn’t heated.
Holding the bowl, Han Cheng left the deer pen with Fu Jiang, paying no attention to the dazed Old Deer, who still hadn’t recovered after having his wife’s milk for the first time.
After seeing the milk thief leave, the aggrieved fawn returned to its mother without saying a word and immediately grabbed its food bowl with its mouth.
The mother deer turned her head, extended her tongue, and licked the fawn’s body, consoling the emotionally wounded child.
Han Cheng found a small clay pot, poured the remaining deer milk into it, and placed it on the fire.
Soon, the deer milk began to boil, and a milky aroma wafted from it.
As the deer milk boiled, a thin layer of solid appeared on the top—this was cream.
Since there wasn’t much deer milk, Han Cheng didn’t dare to heat it for too long. Seeing it was about right, he used a clamp made of vine to take the clay pot off the fire.
Then, he used a piece of peeled animal hides, specifically used to prevent burns, as a pad on the clay pot. Han Cheng poured the steaming deer milk into a bowl.
After blowing on it to cool it slightly, he brought the bowl to his mouth, took a sip, and a strong, somewhat milk fragrance filled his mouth.
The gamely taste was much stronger than that of later-life pure cow’s milk, but it was already much better than drinking raw deer milk. The thin layer of cream made it especially delicious.
Han Cheng only drank two sips with little deer milk left, leaving about half. He resisted the urge to continue drinking and carried the remaining portion into the inner cave to give it to the shaman.
When Shi Tou saw Han Cheng coming in, his heart pounded like a fawn’s. He quickly lowered his head and shifted to the side, pretending to be earnestly recording things, trying to conceal his embarrassment.
It wasn’t until Han Cheng reached out and patted his head that he felt more at ease.
“What’s this?”
Shaman, still maintaining his inquisitive and studious spirit, asked as he saw Han Cheng bringing in something he had never seen before, without directly drinking it.
“Deer milk.”
Han Cheng explained to the shaman using both words and gestures. After the shaman understood, he urged him to drink quickly. Otherwise, it would not taste good after it cooled down.
Following Han Cheng’s advice, the shaman took a sip. After careful tasting, he didn’t find it particularly delicious. At least, it wasn’t as tasty as the meat and fish soups seasoned with salt.
Shi Tou, who had been paying attention to Han Cheng’s words, couldn’t help feeling embarrassed after understanding what the Divine Child was making. If it weren’t for Han Cheng calling him, he could have buried his head in his crotch and squatted on the ground for a while.
“You try it, it’s delicious.”
Han Cheng handed the bowl to Shi Tou, smiling.
The young minds of teenagers are the most sensitive and complex. Although Shi Tou was a primitive man, he also understood embarrassment.
For Shi Tou, who was the best at learning Chinese characters and Chinese language, Han Cheng valued him greatly. He didn’t want him to be shadowed by this incident.
Shi Tou took the bowl with a red face and drank the remaining portion in one go.
With the bowl still pressed against his face, tasting the fragrant deer milk, his eyes seemed moist.