Chapter 543: Chapter 543 - Food Distribution at Home (2)

When he ate together with Winston in the past, they were also free to eat what they wished to. It was only because Winston had also become Bai Qingqing’s mate that he started to pay more attention to status in the family.

However, it seemed that Qingqing wasn’t accustomed to their way of doing things. So be it, then.

Winston threw her a glance and stuffed the last bit of meat into his mouth, his lips curling up slightly as he chewed.

He had lived for 30 years, but the number of times he had smiled after becoming mates with Bai Qingqing was definitely more than the number of times he had smiled in his entire life before it.

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They had just finished their meal and Parker had yet to clean up the dishes when the tribal head suddenly paid a visit.

“King, the salt that we have in the village won’t be able to last for long. We can’t go without salt for an entire year. What should we do?”

The tribal head stood horizontally behind Winston with a worried expression.

“How much salt is there left in the village?” Winston wiped his mouth, got up, and faced the tribal head. His burly body instantly made the tribal head, the strongest in the village, appear weaker in comparison.

Winston would only give way when he was at home. In the village, he was still the king of the tribe.

“Based on our practices, this should be the time where the new batch of salt arrives at the village. Therefore, we’re practically finished with our salt. In some families, only the females get to eat salt now.”

“Try to use them reservedly.” Winston frowned. “There’s no other way out now.”

The tribal head threw a rapid glance at the tiger king’s eyes and then immediately lowered his head. “The City of Beastmen is so big. They should have a lot of excess salt?”

“No!”

Both Parker and Winston said in unison, then both of them looked at each other.

“You know about what happened in the City of Beastmen as well?” Bai Qingqing said in surprise.

Winston nodded. “En. After sensing the earthquake, I went back there.”

Bai Qingqing thought to herself, Winston has really traveled a great distance last year.

The tribal head couldn’t understand their conversation but also instinctively felt that things weren’t good.

“Did something happen to the City of Beastmen? The earthquake was very serious?”

Winston said, “There’s no more City of Beastmen.”

The tribal head’s body swayed a little, and his expression instantly became even more defeated.

“Why don’t we try extracting salt from the seawater ourselves?” Bai Qingqing asked meekly at the side.

Although she hadn’t been to the sea before nor seen the places where salt was dried, she had seen it before on television.

There was a period when “A Bite of China” was extremely popular, and she would watch every episode seriously while eating cup noodles. In the show, they did explain how salt was produced from salt wells through heating, and then used to make a certain specialty food.

If the water from the salt wells could be heated into salt, then it’d definitely work for seawater.

“We aren’t merfolk. How are we going to extract salt?” The tribal head no longer had the same enthusiasm from the beginning and said impatiently. After saying that, he felt a chill and quickly shut up.

Winston understood her. He knew that she must have the confidence to be saying this, and thus asked, “Do you have a way to do it?”

“I do know of a method, but I haven’t put it into practice personally. But I’m sure that as long as the method is done properly, it’ll definitely succeed!”

Bai Qingqing fell silent for a moment before exhaling and saying, “Since we don’t have any other way now, why don’t we give it a try?”

“Alright.” Winston agreed without any hesitation.

The one the most concerned about having edible salt wasn’t the tribal head, but Winston.

He had to let Qingqing live in the village with her head raised, and not to be discriminated against.

“Gather some males and prepare to head to the seaside.”

Winston instructed the tribal head expressionlessly. He then turned toward Bai Qingqing, changing into a gentle expression. “Tell me how to do it.”

“Alright. It’s very simple. You just need to keep on adding water and boiling it.”

Bai Qingqing gave it some thought. If it was put through too many rounds of boiling, remnants might be left behind. So, she said, “Bring back what has been boiled. I’ll sieve them with snakeskin.”