I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 380: New Ideas from Milk

Eric didn’t know if beastn could accept the sll of milk, but the Dwarves had lived in the human country for so long, and their living habits had been assimilated; most could accept the sll of milk and liked various dairy products.

It was a pity that after arriving here, they could only trade with the human rchant group, and it couldn’t be kept for long.

Mrs. Julia learned how to make bread from humans, just that after her own improvents, it tasted better, adding butter and cream inside, using them very skillfully.

Bruno smacked his lips in surprise, unceremoniously taking another piece of solid yogurt from Eric’s hand:

"Alright then, these little brats are in for a treat again. When I was young, I only got to drink milk occasionally. Good for them; the tribe raises a whole herd of dairy cows."

"Drinking lots of milk helps beast children grow strong," Eric said.

Nodding in agreent, Bruno looked at the solid yogurt, clicking his tongue in praise: "How does your brain hold so many delicious dishes? Solid yogurt... it really looks a lot like tofu."

That’s because he had eaten it before. Eric shut his mouth, answering silently in his heart.

The ranch wasn’t far from the tribe.

That entire afternoon, the sll of milk wafted through the tribe. Occasionally, beastn sniffed suspiciously.

Just as Eric thought, the tribesn had never drunk milk.

It was just that previously while hunting, they occasionally hunted magical beasts that had just given birth, so they gave the milk to the beast children to drink.

But that was only when they were extrely lucky to encounter it.

Therefore, regarding cow’s milk which was white like soy milk, so slled it as fragrant, while others felt it slled fishy. For a mont, not many people tried it.

This fellow Sam, unsuspecting, was the first to take a bowl.

Others in the canteen, under his lead, also drank a bowl, half-believing half-doubting.

Aside from Phong who couldn’t quite accept it, the others felt it wasn’t bad. Ly and Khac even liked it very much.

Eric told Kara to deliver the pots, while he went to the canteen to see everyone’s acceptance level of milk.

This was the first day. Many people not drinking didn’t necessarily an they didn’t like it, just that they weren’t used to it yet.

Observing for another two or three days would make it clear how many catties of milk the tribe consud daily and how much was left over.

The remainder could be studied to make other dishes, such as ice cream, various small pastries, and milk candy. He swallowed his saliva, imrsed in fantasies about various delicacies, ignoring a gaze glued to him.

Sam had just put down his bowl when he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye. Without a trace, he slipped behind Eric, blocking the gaze that Arthur was directing.

Imdiately, he felt Arthur’s gaze turn cold, like thorns stabbing his back.

Max, oh Max, I’m doing this all for you, Sam scread silently in his heart.

"The tribe seems to be out of white sugar," Eric said to himself.

Sam stood nearby: "That’s right, wasn’t the remainder made into fruit candy and eaten up?"

The tribe’s life had improved. This year, there were even beast children having toothaches from eating too much fruit candy; previously, where would such a happy trouble exist?

Eric patted his shoulder: "Sam, go to the Halun rchant group and get a jar of white sugar; tell them to put it on the tab first."

Anyway, the money from selling white wine, after exchanging for all necessary items for the tribe, still had a lot left over. Being extravagant once didn’t matter.

Milk candy needed white sugar. How could filtering red sugar now be as fast as getting it from the Halun rchant group?

While waiting, he carried a bucket of milk over, looking at the milk bucket thinking about how to turn it into milk powder. Homade milk powder back ho required a spray machine; where would he find one? He could only think of a manual way.

Besides making milk candy requiring milk powder, Eric also planned to sell milk powder later.

Although in his previous life it was said milk powder wasn’t as nutritious as breast milk, that was because so children couldn’t absorb milk powder; most children drinking milk powder were healthy.

Moreover, milk powder was very convenient.

So people didn’t have breast milk after giving birth. If they didn’t drink milk powder, they could only drink fresh milk, and small children had difficulty absorbing nutrition from fresh milk; conversely, they easily got sick.

Humans here were even more so; those without breast milk usually fed their children rice water, just as long as they didn’t starve to death. Rich families would find wet nurses.

In short, milk powder definitely had a huge market.

Milk powder is just sucking the water out of milk.

Milk is nearly ninety-five percent water; boiling directly would destroy the components inside.

So milk powder factories all used specialized machines, letting milk boil in a vacuum environnt until the water evaporated almost completely, then using a spray machine for the final step.

Industrial milk powder added many things to have a long shelf life.

Homade milk powder couldn’t be preserved that long, but compared to breast milk, fresh milk, and goat milk, it was already much more convenient.

Eric had once scrolled past a blogger making milk powder by putting milk in an oven to dry and then grinding it into powder.

He even believed it was true for a long ti, until later he t a friend who worked in a milk powder factory; only then did he know this thod couldn’t be more wrong.

He had a bit of a headache, unwilling to give up the milk powder market, yet worried about not knowing what to do.

"What’s wrong? What are you thinking about with that frown?" Anna glanced at him kindly, asking in a teasing tone.

Eric frowned and said: "I’m thinking about how to remove the water from the milk."

"Tinkering with your magic again? Why need the kitchen this ti?" Anna carried a large basin of flour passing by, conveniently dropping a sarcastic remark.

A light flashed. Eric suddenly stood up, light almost bursting in his eyes: "Thank you, Anna!"

After speaking, he didn’t give everyone ti to react, grabbed a bucket of milk, and disappeared from everyone’s sight like a tornado.

"This child, why so hasty," Anna frowned looking at the door where Eric had just disappeared, thinking unhappily that he must have been spoiled by Luci.

Sam didn’t recount that awkward scene from that ti to others.

He wasn’t there, and everyone in the canteen didn’t pay special attention to Arthur. Now Arthur wasn’t breaking bowls anymore, and it was ti to cook, busy to the point that no one noticed Arthur had also disappeared.

"Huh, where is Arthur? I’m still waiting to steam buns!"

Until Khac finished washing vegetables and prepared to steam buns first, looking for Arthur to get the kneaded dough, only then did he discover not a soul was at the dough kneading station.

The pot was waiting for the dough to steam buns. Kneading dough again now wouldn’t be in ti. Khac couldn’t help but let out a plaintive cry.

Ly heard the voice and stepped forward: "This guy Arthur, doesn’t say a word even if he has sothing to do. We’ll have to make another dish then."

The others were busy blindly.

The two thought for a mont and had to speed up the dough kneading motion. If they couldn’t prove the dough to make buns, baking cakes would still be in ti.

The culprit, Arthur, had long since followed Eric’s action and gone out, quietly following behind.