I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 14: The Essence of Cuisine

Half a day had passed. Eric and Leo had been hungry for a long ti. Eating a few fruits still left them very hungry; they were carnivores, after all.

After such a long ti, the tofu had also finished pressing. There weren’t many beans, so he only managed to make two large blocks of tofu.

"This will be delicious stewed with at later," Eric said to the curious Leo.

The rabbit was very fat and aty. He deboned the at, cut it into fist-sized pieces, and put them on skewers. Thinking that he would invite Michael’s group to taste it when they returned, he skewered all the at.

As for the bones, half were chopped into small pieces for stewing, and the other half was skewered whole for roasting.

Today, he started three fires: one for the pottery jar to stew the rabbit bones, another for grilling the at skewers. Eric even set up a simple grill rack on top of it, placing all the at skewers on it to be turned and grilled.

The remaining fire was for roasting the other half of the rabbit ribs.

If only he had soy sauce. Right now, he could only boil the bones plain.

After cleaning up, he told Leo to watch the fire first, while he himself used rabbit fur and a tree branch to make a hand-sized basting brush. He pulled a few threads from a linen cloth to tie it together. Although it was a bit crude and might even shed so fur later, at least he wouldn’t have to use his hands anymore.

There must be trees here that produce resin. Once he collected so, it would surely be much better than painstakingly tying it with thin threads himself.

In autumn, animals store up fat, so they were very plump. The fat started rendering soon after grilling began. Eric scored a few lines on the rack of rabbit ribs to help the seasoning absorb better, while Leo helped turn the at skewers beside him.

After grilling for a while longer, Eric took the brush and evenly spread a layer of thorn beast honey water on the ribs and at skewers. The sweet aroma mixed with the sll of at wafted into their noses, and the two couldn’t help but gulp down their saliva.

Just like that, he would grill for a while then brush on a layer of thorn beast honey water, repeating this four or five tis. Afterwards, Leo took over the task of brushing the honey, his expression as serious as if he were performing an incredibly important task.

Eric found it a little funny. He used small vines to skewer the cleaned mushrooms one by one and hung them next to the slices of Thunder-Fire Beast at to dry.

Keeping so mushrooms aside, he saw that the stewed rabbit bones were almost tender, so he added the mushrooms. He cut the tofu into small pieces and added it to the pottery jar to stew along with the leftover wild vegetables from yesterday. Finally, he added coarse salt and a little fruit juice for seasoning.

The fresh, delicious aroma of mushrooms mixed with at tickled their noses. The sll of the thorn beast honey-roasted at was even more overpowering. The rich fragrance spread through the air, making every Snow Wolf in the tribe ravenously hungry.

Ironically, their own usually fragrant roasted at no longer tasted good in their mouths. Slling the aroma wafting from Eric’s ho while eating the burnt-on-the-outside, raw-on-the-inside roasted at in front of them, they truly couldn’t swallow it.

To think the Snow Wolves, who usually had such hearty appetites, would see a day like this.

Among them, a good cook was at best soone who didn’t burn the at or leave it raw. How could they compare to Eric, who had been molded by modern culinary culture?

They secretly glanced at Eric’s roasted at. Could it be that cutting the at into small pieces like that made it taste better when grilled? It was strange. This kid Eric was no longer chasing after Max, and his cooking skills had beco so formidable.

Forget the roasted at, how was the at he stewed so fragrant too? They also stewed at sotis, but it wasn’t even as good as roasted at—it was bland and tasteless. Adding the sa kind of greens didn’t make it any better.

Before stewing at or making soup, Eric always washed the blood out of the at thoroughly. Moreover, before cooking, he would briefly stir-fry it to render the fat, and the ratio of water to at also had to be just right for the dish to turn out delicious.

In the distant 21st century, Vietnase cuisine had even reached a global scale and was recognized by UNESCO. Many foreigners were crazy about Vietnase food, let alone beastn living in a nearly primitive society.

And this was under limited conditions; for fear of cracking the pottery jar, Eric didn’t even dare to stir-fry. If he had an iron wok, one couldn’t imagine how much greater the torture the Snow Wolves would have to endure.

"Wow, it slls so good! Eric must be cooking!" Sam’s loud voice carried over.

Eric looked up. Sure enough, Michael, Kevin, and Sam had all arrived. On top of that, Michael had even brought along Max, whose face was scrunched up like a pug’s. The two of them walked in front, while Kevin and Sam followed behind, carrying a magical beast that was three to four ters tall.

"Stop with the cold face. Eric is still a cub, after all. Before, he caught a high fever from being in the rain. You brought him back alone and then just ignored him. Co over and see how he is today," Michael secretly whispered into Max’s ear, trying to persuade him.

Max shot him an impatient glare.

This childhood friend of his was good at everything, just too soft-hearted. Eric had only been quiet for two days and had just shown a slightly better attitude, and Michael was already softening up, forgetting how Eric used to target him everywhere before.

The feelings between the main top and bottom are really good, it’s just that at this stage, the feelings haven’t transford yet.

Eric sneaked a peek, sighing internally. He couldn’t ship this. When reading stories, he liked to see power-couples, but when he actually saw two tall, strong n with sharp, handso features standing next to each other, with their bronze skin and developed muscles, he couldn’t dare to imagine them being intimate...

Shaking the random thoughts from his head, Eric took out the stone bowls, chopsticks, and soup spoons he had prepared and first ladled a large bowl of stew for each person.

The thorn beast honey-roasted at was also ready. Eric placed it on large leaves he had laid out and called everyone over to eat.

He didn’t feel anything about Max’s attitude; after all, the things the original owner did were indeed very troubleso.

Besides, he had a favor to ask of soone soon. Max’s father was their chieftain. He wanted to borrow grain, so if he could ease the relationship with Max, it would naturally be better. In any case, he had no ill intentions towards Max and was acting openly and honorably.