Max took the porridge basin from Eric’s hand and went to the fire to heat it up.
Eric walked behind, silently counting his fingers with his head down.
Luban’s tribe, little snake A Mật, this person, and even the Cẩm bird still in its egg...
Had he really added so many mouths to feed to the tribe...
Eric couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed.
Even as the chief, he felt a bit ashad of his strange "knack" for picking things up.
He was also a little worried that if this "knack" for "picking up" things couldn’t be changed, he didn’t know if one day he would end up dragging ho an entire tribe.
Why hadn’t he discovered this knack in his past life? He had never even picked up a stray cat.
It must be the original owner’s magnetic field!
Eric rationalized his suspicion. Had the original owner perhaps inherited this constitution from his mother?
Wasn’t Leo also picked up by the original owner’s mother?
Having successfully shifted the bla to soone else, he finally felt a little comfort in his heart.
...
Letting the patient eat only thin porridge wouldn’t be nutritious enough.
Eric scooped out a bowl of porridge, thought for a mont, then found another bowl. He placed two types of abalone in it—one braised, one in soy sauce—and added only a small piece of bird at.
Knowing Max disliked humans, Eric glanced at Michael, who had returned to the fire and started eating greedily, but still decided to deliver the food himself.
Inside the tent, the young man was staring into space, lost in thought, looking completely spiritless.
"You must be hungry, right? Eat sothing, your body will recover quickly!"
Eric entered carrying the food, intentionally bringing the young man a wooden fork and spoon.
Human tableware here consisted of forks and spoons. As long as one wasn’t eating noodles, using these two items was no problem.
The frail young man forced a smile, took the bowl from Eric’s hand, and his eyes slowly widened.
"This... you made this?" the young man asked hesitantly, his gaze lingering on the thick corn porridge and the glossy, bright red abalones.
Since when had the Beastn’s cooking skills beco so good?
He looked back and forth in amazent, unable to believe his eyes.
"I made all these dishes. You can eat without worry, they taste great."
Eric laughed inwardly. So the Beastn’s reputation for "horror cuisine" was really that famous. Looking at the young man’s expression, he could guess why he was so shocked, which Eric found extrely funny.
The Beastn’s cooking skills had left too deep an impression, yet these two unprecedented dishes emitted such a captivating aroma.
Although he was still wary, the young man’s stomach, which had been starving for days, protested first, letting out a series of rumbles.
His face turned slightly red. He slowly picked up the spoon, scooped up so corn porridge, paused slightly just as it reached his mouth, but finally put it in.
The corn porridge was light and sweet, thick and smooth. A gentle sweetness spread over his tongue. The young man was astonished by the delicious flavor in his mouth and couldn’t help but take another spoonful.
Even though his eating speed had quickened, the young man’s posture remained beautiful—elegant without being pretentious, making him a pleasant sight to behold.
Eric rested his chin on his hand, watching the young man’s movents with a mysterious smile on his face.
Ah, this was truly a golden age for soone who appreciated handso faces.
When he first ca to the Snow Wolf tribe, Eric had thought the Snow Wolf people’s beauty standards were already high enough, but he hadn’t expected to et soone even more pleasing to the eye.
The young man used the fork to put a piece of abalone in his mouth and was once again astonished by the flavor.
The last ti he had eaten a dish made from sea creatures, it had been prepared by the rpeople themselves. He never expected that a Beastman could create a dish from sea ingredients with such a wonderful flavor.
One had to know, aside from dishes made by the rpeople themselves, food prepared by others always had an unpleasant fishy sll from the sea, making one lose their appetite. He wouldn’t even deign to touch it.
After finishing all the food, the young man blushed slightly. To him, such a hasty al was truly too undignified.
"My na is Evan. Thank you for taking in."
Eric smiled and shook his head. "No thanks are needed."
He paused for a mont, then asked tentatively:
"Max said you fainted because you were struck by magic. So why did you end up on the coast of the Fantasy Continent?"
Humans wouldn’t easily co near this place. Entering the defense line without a permit would get you killed, no questions asked.
Saying he drifted from other continents was even more absurd. The sea is far more dangerous than land. Even if one was lucky or had a protective item to prevent drowning, they would still be torn apart and eaten by various sea magic beasts.
"I was struck by magic and fainted. I don’t know how I got here either." A glint flashed in Evan’s eyes as he replied.
Eric saw he didn’t want to say more and tactfully refrained from asking further. Whether it was humans or other races, the fight for power and benefits was always cruel.
Evan said he had nowhere to go. Did that an his relatives in the human world were all gone?
Afraid of touching his emotional scars, Eric didn’t voice his doubts. He just instructed him to rest well and then left the tent.
Michael was lying on his back on a reef, leisurely enjoying the evening breeze. Seeing him co out, he asked:
"I thought he wouldn’t make it, but he actually woke up. It must be because Eric’s food slled so good, he woke up from the aroma."
That was a bit of an exaggeration. "He probably just woke up from hunger after being unconscious for so many days," Eric guessed, looking up.
Max walked by, carrying the iron pan full of seawater, and said, "The magic aura on him has disappeared."
So the magic was just dispelled, and that’s why Evan woke up?
"His luck is really good. If it weren’t for Eric, he probably would have been eaten by so magic beast," Michael exclaid.
Max raised an eyebrow and said nothing. This human was not simple. Even if they hadn’t picked him up, he wouldn’t have truly ended up in trouble.
...
At night, when they rested, Eric was afraid the frail Evan would be cold, so he moved him next to himself.
Both little snake A Mật, who was still sleeping soundly, were encircled in the middle by Max, who had transford into a Snow Wolf.
Michael was still in charge of keeping watch and adding seawater. He lay at the edge of the tent, occasionally looking towards Evan, who was near Eric, with a gaze that was both complex and pitiful.
After eating all kinds of seafood for several days, they had also boiled a good amount of coarse salt. Eric refined all of it into fine salt, which was more convenient to carry.
They didn’t hide what they were doing from Evan.
When Eric refined the fine salt, Evan was beside him, his face full of curiosity, but without a trace of greed.
His curiosity about these things was nothing compared to his interest in eating the delicious dishes Eric made.
All the parts of that Cẩm bird were made into various different dishes by Eric.
As for seafood, they ate even more to their heart’s content. Michael and Max took turns going to the sea to catch fresh seafood, and they also ate several sea fish with fresh, delicious at.
Even the ugly octopus, which they never expected to be edible, was made by Eric into a chewy and crispy spicy stir-fried octopus, and even large octopus balls.
Evan was constantly amazed. He couldn’t help but keep glancing at Eric from the corner of his eye, as if looking at so strange creature.
During this ti, they also froze a good amount of seafood on the shore, preparing to bring it back for the tribe mbers to taste. As for the excuse, they had already thought of one.
Eric planned to tell everyone it was all from a trade with the Ox-Head tribe. Since the Ox-Head tribe also did business with the rpeople, acting as a middleman wouldn’t be strange.
There was also the seaweed and abalone he had dried, and a few ugly sea cucumbers.
Michael intended to teach him to swim, and Eric tried once, but he was discouraged by the freezing cold seawater.
The Snow Wolf people’s beast form had a thick layer of fur, with a layer of down underneath, so they didn’t get cold easily.
But unfortunately, Eric had a small fra, and his body wasn’t as robust as other cubs, so his fur layer wasn’t as thick.
The winter seawater was truly unbearable for him.
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