I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 224: A Flawed Version of Fried Fish

Max put the frozen fish and shrimp taken from the cave into the kitchen. Knowing Eric’s habits, he also brought a lot of vegetables.

Eric liked to eat all kinds of vegetables and knew how to prepare them deliciously. Under his leadership, everyone in the Hadu tribe gradually got used to eating a combination of at and vegetables.

With more food, the tribesn also followed Eric in eating staple foods, and the demand for at decreased a lot. Before this, the Snow Wolves never thought there would be such a day; they had almost forgotten the days of eating roasted at just to fill their stomachs.

Sam walked around the two beastn who were helping hold the rice flour and went to Eric’s side:

"I was planning to go to the traps to pick up prey. Haven’t picked them up for a few days. And didn’t you say now that there’s plenty of food, we can catch rabbits, chickens, and ducks to raise earlier? I saw Max already prepared the cages."

"Really?" Eric looked at Max in surprise. He hadn’t heard him ntion it. Then again, with Max’s personality, he always worked silently and never claid credit: "Then let’s go tomorrow. I’ll go too."

He still rembered the humiliation of the grey rabbit that ti. This ti, he must catch a rabbit with his own hands.

Eric thought angrily, completely forgetting that white rabbits were just ordinary animals, not even equal to grey rabbits. Catching one was nothing to brag about...

Today, the cafeteria didn’t have fresh prey. Winter was originally a ti to eat more dried at. With guests here, Eric didn’t want the other party to eat dried at with a stale sll. Fortunately, Max understood him very well; what he brought was frozen fish and shrimp, which were just as fresh when cooked.

Eric looked over the ingredients and decided to improve the Southern-style lemongrass chili fried Redbelly tilapia into pepper fried fish, fish tofu soup, and shrimp at.

It was a pity he still hadn’t found lemongrass. Making lemongrass chili fried fish without lemongrass always felt lacking in flavor.

Fish soup was a bit slower, while pepper fried fish was fast. Before cooking the two dishes, Eric mixed the rice flour into a batter, added sugar and yeast, and set it aside to fernt first.

Sunflower hugged his arms and leaned to one side, watching Eric fry the potatoes and corn that Sam had sliced in the pan until fragrant. He added water to stew for a while before adding fish at, tofu, and pink shrimp at, and even added green vegetable leaves.

The rising aroma made Sunflower unable to stand still, and he couldn’t help leaning closer.

Originally, after Sam and Max arrived, the atmosphere in the kitchen fell into awkwardness for a while. But Sunflower and Adan, besides their curiosity about the little patriarch, also couldn’t bear to leave because the aroma of the food was too attractive, so they endured it.

Luban, who was drinking with them outside, also couldn’t sit still. He quietly stood up, went to the kitchen door to look in, and muttered to himself: "Eric’s cooking seems even more fragrant than before..."

Thomas sat patiently on the chair. If it weren’t for the guests being here, usually when Eric cooked, they would be waiting by the side to eat the first bite as soon as the food was done. How could there be such suffering?

He looked at Tan opposite him, who clearly couldn’t sit still either, and tentatively opened his mouth: "They are all in the kitchen. Shall we go over and lend a hand too?"

The hand holding the wine bowl paused: "You are right. It is indeed inappropriate for us to sit here while a cub is busy."

God knows, since becoming an elder, he hadn’t cooked anymore.

But the gluttonous worm in his stomach really couldn’t bear it. It was good to go closer and see what exactly the little patriarch of the Hadu tribe was doing that slled so good.

"Alright, I’m about to drop the fish into the pot. Everyone stand back a bit."

Eric held the plate of fish cautiously and said. He still couldn’t break this habit. Even knowing that beastn weren’t easily scalded by hot oil, he couldn’t help but remind them every ti.

Sunflower saw the two people obey and step back a few steps. Although he felt it was unnecessary in his heart, he still stepped back a bit with Adan.

With a sizzling sound, the fish marinated with Sichuan pepper lay in the hot oil pan. Imdiately, a numbing and spicy aroma rushed straight into the nose, both fragrant and stimulating.

The fish gradually tightened, turning white and then slowly turning golden. The aroma stimulated the salivary glands, and the crowd of beastn standing by and watching were about to cry from their mouths.

Eric didn’t look at their reactions. He felt that this fried fish wasn’t authentic, but conditions were limited, and having food was good enough.

The fish tofu soup was also almost done. He waved his hand to tell Sam to carry the pepper fried fish out for everyone to eat first. Eric personally found so small bowls belonging to the Dwarves to use as molds and stead the rice cakes.

Max stayed in the kitchen to help. Sunflower and Adan didn’t know what they were thinking; clearly craving it unbearably, they still insisted on staying in the kitchen to watch his movents.

Eric didn’t understand but didn’t find it appropriate to chase them out, so he let them watch. Anyway, the stove in the cafeteria had just been refueled with coal, so the pepper fried fish wouldn’t get cold easily.

It was just that he couldn’t help complaining in his heart. No wonder they could establish a kingdom; look at this perseverance. The gluttons of his tribe would have been good if they didn’t jump into the pot to eat.

The fernted batter was stirred to deflate the air bubbles, then poured into the oiled molds and placed on the stear.

Eric opened the lid of the fish soup pot again, saw the broth had turned milky white, and ladled a large bowl for each person to be carried out.

Actually, this dish was best eaten gathered around the pot, but the beastn’s pot was too big. It wasn’t convenient to put on the table, so he could only ladle it out like this.

Unlike in modern tis, the dining tables for fish tofu soup were custom-made, with the iron pot placed inside so diners could pick up food conveniently.

Seeing Eric walk out, the two beastn also helped carry two bowls out. Finally, they sat quietly there, eating the long-awaited pepper fried fish and the freshly made fish tofu soup.

The soft silken tofu burst in the mouth with the fragrant broth, and the shrimp at was sweet and chewy without any fishy sll. Sunflower couldn’t help but be emotional:

"Luckily I ca with the elder. The others don’t have this fortune."

Tan was older and didn’t eat as voraciously as Adan and Sunflower. At this mont, while drinking wine and eating a piece of fish at, he heard this and laughed a few tis:

"Then you’d better pray that the sll on your body is gone when we leave."

Sunflower froze. Adan looked up at him, then said apologetically: "It’s not that I didn’t let them co..."

So it wasn’t just these three who ca out. The suspicion in Eric’s heart decreased a bit at this mont. He thought so too; no matter how strong beastn were, they couldn’t just have three people go out. One must know that the Dwarf tribes were distributed very sparsely.

To collect taxes, they almost had to travel through more than half the continent.

During this ti, besides the danger of magical beasts, the weapons and items received were also very heavy; three people couldn’t carry them.

Eric couldn’t help asking curiously: "Where are the others? Don’t they need to co over and rest?"

"Haha, our group has about one hundred warriors. The others are waiting for us at the Du tribe. Luckily, I was the one who ca." Sunflower said with a bright smile.

More than one hundred beastman warriors, huh? No wonder they dared to run all over the continent. One must know that ordinary beastman tribes could at most pick out twenty or thirty warriors, and their power was already enough to deter surrounding territories.