I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 252: Appeal to a Fudanshi

Leo and the kids were playing outside and probably wouldn’t co ho for dinner, so for the noodle sauce, Eric directly made a satay flavor.

The dough needed to rest for a while after kneading; that way, when kneaded again and rolled into noodles, it would have elasticity and taste better.

Michael was fine with kneading dough, but he wasn’t very good at making noodles. Eric divided the two large dough balls, rolled them out thinly himself, and cut them into small strips.

towards the end, Max had watched and understood. He took the rolling pin from Eric’s hand, imitating his movents to roll out each piece of dough, then cut them into noodles and put them into the pot.

Just as the noodles were cooked, the pickled cabbage bone stew and the pickled cabbage at soup with vermicelli were also ready. Everyone ladled them into large basins placed on the table, ready to eat.

There was naturally quite a bit left in the pot. Eric turned the flas under the pot into small fireballs to keep it warm.

"Slls so good."

A clear, pleasant voice drifted in. Eric looked out the door; sure enough, Evan, who had gone to practice magic early, had returned. Eric smiled and called him inside to eat.

"Just in ti to taste a new dish I made. It’s the jar of pickled vegetables from a few days ago that finished fernting. Didn’t you say you hadn’t seen this way of eating before?"

Evan walked in, smiling, his eyes friendly: "My tribe eats fresh vegetables and fruits. Using vegetables to fernt like this, it is indeed my first ti seeing it. Naturally, I must taste it."

Seeing him enter, Kevin sowhat ingratiatingly pulled out a chair for him.

Don’t let Evan’s usual smiling face fool you; when he was teaching and got angry, his expressionless face was very intimidating. Kevin didn’t understand how soone could carry such an aura.

If Eric knew Kevin’s thoughts, he would definitely sympathize and say that these were all "buffs" inherent to the teaching profession.

Is there any student who isn’t afraid of teachers? He was over twenty years old, yet occasionally hearing news about his old teachers still made his heart skip a beat.

In front of every Snow Wolf was a brimming earthenware bowl, as big as a human washbasin, making the normal-sized bowl in front of Evan look pitifully small.

This was the advantage of a mage; no matter how high the level, their appetite didn’t increase. Unlike a certain warrior who ate like a starving ghost reincarnated every day, Eric silently mocked in his heart.

Thinking of this, his heart sank, and he stole a glance through the crack in the window.

Sure enough, outside his gate, he saw a head sneaking around. The superior vision of the Snow Wolves allowed Eric to imdiately catch Arthur’s gaze, full of longing, grievance, and resentnt.

Eric stiffened his neck, turning his head to look at Evan’s expression, only to see him elegantly sipping soup with a spoon, then skillfully picking up so pickled cabbage with chopsticks. After swallowing, his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

"The taste isn’t bad."

His manner was as if he were eating a state banquet rather than Eric’s common pickled vegetables, imdiately elevating the status of this al.

With Evan’s spiritual power, it was impossible not to sense Arthur’s presence. His attitude towards Arthur now was simply to treat him as air, completely different from the murderous look at the beginning.

It was just that Eric couldn’t conveniently let Arthur in to eat in front of Evan, so he had to pretend not to see, turning back to continue his al.

A bowl of noodles with sauce poured over it was placed in front of him. Eric looked up; it was Max sitting next to him who handed it over.

He stole a glance at Max to signal, receiving a reassuring look in return.

"Hey, you two, we’re still here..." A resentful voice sounded.

Eric coughed lightly, stopped "making eyes" at Max, and quietly started eating, trying to endure Arthur’s gaze staring at his back.

Michael stuffed a piece of rib into Kevin’s mouth: "Eat up. Can’t such delicious food stop your mouth? Careful or Eric won’t let you eat next ti."

"The pork belly stewed with pickled cabbage tastes better, and the soup is good too." Grass directly lifted a bowl two sizes bigger than her face to gulp down a mouthful of soup, then shoveled chopsticks full of vermicelli into her mouth: "Mmm, the vermicelli cooked in this is also really good."

Max didn’t usually talk much while eating, and he ate fast. But hearing everyone’s praise, he contributed a few words to make Eric happy.

"It is indeed very delicious, a very special taste. Since we brought back a lot of green vegetables from the Red Grass tribe, you can teach the thod to the cafeteria so you don’t have to do it yourself in the future."

Eric touched his chin and thought for a mont; the idea wasn’t bad. Later, he could just go directly to the cafeteria for ready-made food, saving him the trouble of cooking.

The Ox-Head tribe was truly honest and generous, giving a lot of cabbage.

Eric initially thought that besides the Dwarves who were used to eating vegetables, the Snow Wolves wouldn’t be very interested, and even if he made it delicious, they wouldn’t eat that much cabbage.

Unexpectedly, the tribe gained dozens of vegetarians from the Horned Goat tribe, so the cabbage was consud a bit more.

Cabbage kept in the cellar didn’t spoil easily; even if frozen and then thawed, squeezed dry, and stir-fried, it was very tasty. Conversely, as the weather ward up, it was easier to spoil.

Before spring arrived, he could have the cafeteria pickle so more cabbage. There were still so fresh vegetables left in the cellar, so they could hold out until wild vegetables and garden vegetables grew.

Evan finished his portion, took out a handkerchief Eric had never seen before to wipe his mouth, then stood up, took the books he needed, and left first.

Eric leaned out the window to peek, only to see Evan walk expressionlessly past Arthur, heading straight for the cafeteria without any conflict occurring.

He felt relieved, waiting until Evan’s back was far away before helplessly walking out into the yard.

By the gate, Arthur squatted there like a aggrieved mushroom.

Hearing Eric’s footsteps, he jumped up happily, an invisible tail seemingly wagging behind him. He looked at the ribs with puppy-dog eyes, then at Eric.

"I really lose to you. Why are you so obsessed with eating? Didn’t you eat at the cafeteria?" Eric couldn’t resist that look and could only nag while leading him into the house.

"I saw you didn’t eat at the cafeteria, so I guessed you must have gone ho to cook. Your food is much better than the cafeteria’s." Arthur answered honestly.

Then he pouted and said: "You told not to enter the house when Evan is there, so I waited outside forever. I’m almost starving to death here."

Eric’s face was full of black lines: "Starving to death yet you talk so much? It’s not like I’m the one raising you. When exactly will you recover your mory? I really want to hear what grudge you and Evan have."

Is it a family feud? The type where generations take revenge on each other, waiting until the last two survivors die or their descendants fall in love to resolve it...

Or perhaps they were both outstanding young n, constantly compared by their elders, leading them to fight more and beco angrier, eventually becoming enemies...

What to do? Every story had a fatal attraction for Eric!

Especially since he was a fudanshi (BL fan), and liked matchmaking too.

In this setting, the two were the sa age and both so handso; how could one not make associations!