Awakening divorce, the little female is scrambled by all the big guys

Chapter 18: Getting slapped in the face
"She must have traded a lot of prey. Your father is competing for the position of clan leader, and he must store prey so that he can have prestige in the tribe."

Loki opened his mouth to say something, but when Michelle finished speaking, he swallowed his words back.

"But you can ask your mother to exchange it for winter melons. 50 prey animals are just five bags of rice for her. It's easy."

Amy's eyes lit up, then dimmed again. "But I'm scared." She was afraid of seeing her mother's cold eyes looking at her again.

Michelle took her little hand and squeezed it, saying softly, "Don't be afraid. Your mother won't reject you in front of so many people. Otherwise, she won't be ashamed, right?"

Without waiting for Amy to say anything, Michelle led her directly to where Ophelia usually set up her stall.

Although Loki somewhat disapproved of Michelle's "moral kidnapping" behavior, he did not stop her when he thought that Ophelia had been disobeying his orders recently, thinking that it would be a good idea to teach her a lesson.

When they arrived at the place, they did not see Ophelia, but instead saw a pile of prey.

"Oh my God, there must be at least 300 prey." Michelle widened her eyes in shock.

A middle-aged man selling pottery nearby said with a smile, "That's 600 prey. Rice is really the most valuable."

"600! Even if all the males in the tribe combined, they wouldn't be able to catch 600 prey in a day." Michelle's eyes were full of greed, and she couldn't help but blame Loki in her heart.

If he could coax Ophelia into being obedient, all 600 prey would be hers.

"That's right. I don't know where that little female got so much rice. She's really capable. Anyone who is her partner would wake up laughing in his dreams." The male said to himself with envy on his face.

Loki felt annoyed when he heard this, "Since no one is here, let's go."

"Amy, be obedient. Let's eat some other fruits first. When father becomes the patriarch, he will definitely let you eat winter melon, okay?"

Children aged three or four are at their most stubborn. The more they cannot get something, the more they want it.

In addition, Amy was fed so many incorrect ideas by Michelle on a daily basis, so she still insisted on her own ideas.

"That male said that winter melons are only available in summer. The rainy season is coming soon. If I can't eat it today, I'll have to wait until next year."

"Father, Ophelia isn't here anyway, so she won't know if we take some prey secretly. Anyway, what belongs to her is mine."

Loki frowned. He could ask Ophelia for things with a clear conscience, but it was difficult for him to steal.

What's more, there are so many people around, he doesn't want to lose face.

Michelle also wanted to taste the cold melon that every little female coveted. She said slowly, "Loki, Amy said that, besides, there are so many prey, let's take some that Ophelia won't know about, and she can't really count them."

"If you can let the young females in the tribe's elders' homes eat winter melons, they will definitely support you in becoming the tribe leader."

She knew what Loki's weak spots were, so she went straight to what was on his mind.

Hearing that it would help him become the clan leader, the blue-eyed male no longer hesitated.

He squatted down and began to select prey. He was still a little embarrassed, so he picked medium or small prey. As he picked them up, he told himself in his heart that these were just borrowed and he would return them when he became the patriarch.

The middle-aged male who noticed the intentions of the three of them asked his fellow tribesmen to help watch the pottery, and then he quietly chased in the direction Ophelia left.

Ophelia was looking at the animal skins on the street stall when a big hand suddenly fell on her shoulder.

She looked back warily and recognized that the person was the male who was selling pottery next to her.

"Little female, there's a male named Loki who's trying to steal your prey. Go back and check it out! If you're any later, he might run away."

Ophelia sneered. She really could meet him everywhere.

Injustice.

Soon, Ophelia followed the male back to her stall. At this time, Rocky was still squatting on the ground, selecting the prey. Michelle, on the other hand, was so fascinated by the shiny and beautiful animal skin that she kept trying it on herself.

"Amy, does Aunt Michelle look good in this fur?"

Amy, completely focused on Han Gua, nodded casually. "If Aunt Michelle likes it, I'll ask Mother to make you a fur skirt."

"Amy is so nice to Aunt Michelle." Michelle's black eyes sparkled as she held the little female cub's cheek and kissed it again and again.

"What qualifications do you have to decide about my animal skin, huh?" The little female's clear voice sounded.

The people who were originally watching the excitement pricked up their ears.

"Mother, mother." After being caught, Amy lowered her head with red cheeks.

Michelle protected Amy behind her like a chick. "Ophelia, we were just joking. Don't take it seriously. Amy was just talking. I don't really want your hide."

"But the rainy season is coming soon. Amy is your little female cub, and you've got so many animal skins. You should make her some good animal skin skirts. It's been a while since you made her new clothes."

Ophelia looked calmly at the little female who was like a clown, watching how she portrayed herself as a mother who didn't care about her daughter in just a few words.

"So this is your reason for stealing my prey?"

Loki's eyes darkened. "Ophelia, don't say such harsh words. It's Amy who wants to eat the winter melon. I didn't bring much prey with me, so I wanted to borrow some from you."

"Don't worry, I will return it to you after returning to the tribe."

Seeing that he spoke without any guilt, Ophelia almost believed it.

She laughed, "I really misunderstood. If that's the case, then you must swear to the Beast God that you will return my prey to me, otherwise you will never be the leader of the Snow Wolf Tribe in this life."

Loki "..."

"Look, you have no intention of paying me back, so why bother saying it out loud and making a fool of yourself."

Loki's eyes were heavy. "Ophelia, do you have to make such a scene? Don't you want anything good for me?"

Ophelia was speechless. She felt really wronged. It was them who had to bump into her and cause trouble that time. Why did they blame her instead?

"If you don't want to lose face, end your partnership with me right away."

Loki blurted out the words to agree, but he still remembered his father's warning in his heart, so he could only endure it. The anger in his chest could not be vented, so he could only pick up Amy with a gloomy face and leave quickly.

The males around him had already laughed when Loki didn't dare to swear. They had never seen anyone stealing things from their partner so righteously. It was really embarrassing for them.

Michelle left dejectedly amid people's discussions.

Ophelia thanked the middle-aged male, then squatted down to examine the pottery on the ground.

"How do you change this pottery?"

"One rabbit for another, no matter the size."

The middle-aged male rubbed his hands and said awkwardly, "Don't look at my thin thing, but it's as durable as a stone pot. It can also be placed on the fire for roasting. It's very light, so it's good not to use it to store things normally."

This pottery can be said to be very mature, and even has beautiful patterns, which seem to be printed with real flowers.

The price is also very fair.

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(End of this chapter)