I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 211: No Wonder He’s the Chief

Since they would return after Tet anyway, Eric wasn’t too clingy, but seeing them wearing pitiful expressions with their large ox heads, he found it sowhat amusing.

Balu and Kiet had indeed helped a lot, so he couldn’t be heartless. Thus, on the night before they left, he personally cooked a farewell dinner.

The sausages hanging in the warehouse were almost ready to eat. Eric had been looking forward to this for a long ti; the handmade sausages were stuffed with plenty of at, and every ti he went to get things, he could sll the fragrant aroma, making him impatient.

Now that the tribe finally had enough food, his rice-craving stomach was awakened. Happily using the farewell feast as an excuse to make delicious food, he took out several large bags of rice.

Food was no longer a worry, so Eric had these bags of rice milled several tis into pristine white rice, which would be more fragrant when cooked.

Unlike modern people who were tired of brown rice or half-milled rice, ordinary people would choose white rice over brown rice. When he was small, Eric found it hard to get a al of white rice; wheat flour was even rarer. In his mory, stead cornbread made up the majority.

Since they started firing pottery, Eric’s family had more clay pots, unlike when they first arrived and only had one, having to borrow from Aunt Luci for many dishes.

Beastman clay pots were nearly as big as the water jars he used to use. Thinking of everyone’s appetite and the number of people who would co to leech off the al, Eric quietly prepared a few more pots.

The washed rice was put into the clay pots; the yellow-brown ceramic glaze made the rice grains look even whiter.

The sausages, which had turned redder after air-drying, were sliced thinly and spread over the rice surface. He also cut so erald green sweet corn kernels and placed them next to the sausages.

Without mung beans, Eric put so peanuts on top as a substitute, thinking it wouldn’t taste bad. A pile of duck eggs and wild chicken eggs from the cellar were also taken out, a few cracked on top.

Except for difficulty in controlling the fire, clay pot rice was very easy to make. After it was cooked, a circle of soy sauce was drizzled on top to enhance the flavor.

Using firewood to cook clay pot rice, Eric worried the fire would be hard to control, so he threw a few fireballs under the pots. After once depleting his spiritual power, his magic level seed to have increased a bit, only lacking asuring instrunts to determine the grade.

But Eric felt he was using magic more and more smoothly. Like this fireball spell, not only was it several sizes larger than before, but the condensation ti was also shortened, almost reaching instantaneous casting, and the continuous burning ti was longer.

Although busy these days, he didn’t neglect studying magic, especially nature magic. Every day Eric cast magic on the chili, onion, and garlic plants grown indoors to make them grow healthier and much faster.

Especially the chili, which originally took months to grow; under Eric’s care, it was now over two ters tall, showing signs of flowering. The branches and leaves were strong, promising a good fruit yield.

Chili was inherently a high-yield crop. Eric rembered that previously his family planted a few trees which grew into a patch; unable to finish eating the fresh chilies, his grandmother picked them to make dried chilies, which tasted even better than store-bought ones.

Onions and garlic didn’t grow as outstandingly as chilies, but the batch of onions grown from Julia’s seeds was already edible. Eric wanted to keep them for seeds, so he couldn’t bear to use them for cooking.

After all, there were still shallots planted earlier in the house, which weren’t bad for seasoning.

The garlic underneath had started forming small bulbs. Eric felt very warm looking at them every day; nature magic had risen to the number one position in his heart, truly too useful.

There was no more space for them on the stove ledge. The fireplace and stove were lit every day, keeping the temperature high, and since they had grown into trees and were no longer weak seedlings, Eric moved them to plant in the ground outside.

Before the Horned Goat tribe arrived, Evan also cast magic on them to train his magic power; this was also one of the reasons these plants grew so fast.

The Ox-Head tribe usually only cooked rice porridge, and the husks weren’t milled as clean as this. Balu and Kiet curiously gathered around to watch him cook, thinking it looked quite simple and they could show off to their families when they got back.

Eating at the communal cafeteria for a few days, they had beco close with Sam, who was also a food lover. They ca before alti every ti, learning several dishes from Sam.

It was just that sotis when the Snow Wolf people hunted fresh prey, the two of them couldn’t learn how to prepare intestines no matter what. After they finished cleaning, Sam had to process it again; otherwise, it was inedible.

With no other choice, the two had to give up on the delicious boiled intestines and learn simple stir-fry dishes from Sam and Sam’s wife, Jessica.

Sam was very smug. Before, the Snow Wolf people admired the Ox-Head tribe, but who would have thought a day would co when he taught the Ox-Head tribe to cook.

Sam happily brought Eric a lot of intestines, making Eric laugh and cry. His yard was already piled full by them; where was there space left? But Sam put them down and left happily, so he had to accept them.

Maybe next year he should expand the yard by another circle.

Eric looked at the packed yard and fell into thought. Although outdoors in winter was equivalent to a giant natural refrigerator, it couldn’t be left like this; food piled up higher than the fence.

The ingredients for clay pot rice were simple, but the fire needed to be watched precisely; otherwise, it would burn, or lack the golden crispy rice layer that was the soul of the dish.

Seeing Eric cast fire magic, Balu and Kiet were astonished; since when did beastn know magic?

The Ox-Head tribe interacted with beastn the most, but this was their first ti seeing a beastman who could learn magic. These past few days they were holed up in the cafeteria and hadn’t seen Eric cast nature magic; otherwise, they would be even more surprised.

"Every ti I think this young chief is extraordinary, he does sothing even more extraordinary..." Balu muttered, staring at the fireballs.

Kiet held his eyes that were about to pop out: "Good heavens, no wonder he got to be the chief; how does he know so many things?"

Eric smiled shyly. Magic was indeed useful, but every ti he cast it, it caused a wave of surprise...

Now everyone in the Hadu tribe had gradually gotten used to it, no longer screaming like when they first found out, but their eyes were still surprised every ti they saw Eric cast magic.

Who told beastn’s magic aptitude to be nearly zero? This was the side effect of having magic resistance; thick-skinned beastn were destined to have no affinity with magic.

Eric had heard rumors in the tribe; everyone guessed if it was because his body was too "chicken" that he had magic aptitude...

He felt very helpless about this. It was good that the tribesn found a reason for him, but don’t always rub salt into people’s hearts like that.

Evan had also joked like that before. At that ti, he guessed that sooner or later the tribe would gossip about it, but he didn’t expect this day to co so soon.