I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 386: Showing Off Steaming Skills

Thanks to this Snow Wolf body, ever since transmigrating, Eric always felt the atballs he made tasted much better. The hand strength of a beastman was powerful; every slam of the at against the bowl created dull thuds, helping the at texture beco tightly bound and possess excellent elasticity.

Skillfully shaping a small atball, he stirred the par-stead glutinous rice that wasn’t too sticky yet, then rolled the atball over it once, coating it with a layer of glutinous rice, and arranged it on a plate. The white atballs looked like pearls lined up evenly, appearing extrely eye-catching.

Accustod to cooking for many people, Eric habitually prepared a very large amount of food. Fortunately, the stear used belonged to the ss hall, so its volu was also large. The things he made looked like a lot, but placed on the steaming rack, they were insignificant.

Ribs and sliced at that had been marinated for a while were coated layer by layer with seasoned rice powder and also put into the stear. The rich fragrance of various spices began to spread through the spacious kitchen, blending with the sll of warm steam rising up.

He also saved a little minced at, found two small clay pots, lined the bottom with minced at, cracked an egg into each, poured water in, covered the lids, and placed them on the steaming rack together.

This was a soup dish he learned later, called clay pot stew soup. Tasting it once made it impossible to stop. It looked like no spices were added, but stead this way, the broth would be very clear and sweet. The heat from the boiling water below would slowly perate through the clay pot layer, extracting all the purest essence from the at and eggs.

So people would add a few mushrooms; Eric’s stock of dried mushrooms had long been eaten up, so he didn’t put any in.

This season wasn’t suitable for picking mushrooms yet; delicious mushrooms in the forest usually had to wait until late sumr or early autumn after the rain to grow plump. This shortage of ingredients made Eric secretly regretful, but he knew how to utilize what he currently had to create the best flavor.

Seeing the steaming rack was still empty, Eric conveniently made enough for four dishes and one soup, steaming an additional plate of eggs.

Don’t underestimate stead eggs; to get perfect stead eggs, smooth like tart filling, it is best to use boiled water that has cooled down mixed with the eggs. This was Eric’s experience. Covering it with a plate prevented water on the pot lid from dripping down and ruining the surface of the stead eggs. Every action of his was extrely ticulous, as if caring for a true work of art.

Having finished all these tasks, Eric washed his hands and rested temporarily, just waiting for the food to cook. He stood leaning against the edge of the table, casting his eyes to observe the fire burning evenly at the bottom of the pot, silently calculating the ti for each type of ingredient.

Amazed by his cooking speed, Old Jack left Tara aside and walked to the stear to look: "Truly a magical structure."

"This is a stear; water is burned below, and the steaming rack above is tasked with transmitting steam and holding food. It’s a bit like an oven, but one utilizes water, and the other utilizes fire."

Eric pointed at the stear, speaking concisely to Old Jack.

"Not bad." Old Jack looked at Eric admiringly, then looked thoughtfully towards the stear: "You said it’s like an oven, so if bread were put in to steam..."

Interest imdiately surged; Old Jack’s hands were a bit itchy, unable to help but start imagining what the pastries he knew would taste like if stead. He reached up to stroke his chin, his eyes shining brightly before a completely new culinary horizon that had just opened up.

Recipe after recipe flashed through his mind; the dishes and pastries he knew numbered in the hundreds or thousands. There were also dishes in developnt where he hadn’t found a direction; now, the new thod of steaming gave him countless inspirations.

There are many stead pastries; Chinese-style pastries are mostly stead. It was just that the pastries here weren’t suitable; for example, if bread were stead, wouldn’t it beco a stead bun? And not even as good as a stead bun.

He could understand the desire to create new dishes of a top chef like Old Jack. Since he had taught the other party, he might as well let Old Jack experint to his heart’s content; if he happened to make a delicious dish, it could be considered creating a blessing for everyone.

Just then, the enticing aroma of the cooked food signaled that the wait was over. Eric lifted the heavy wooden lid, and a cloud of savory steam billowed out, instantly fogging up the area. The pearl atballs glistened like precious jewels, and the clay pot soup released a rich, concentrated at scent despite its deceptively clear appearance.

Old Jack impatiently grabbed a pair of chopsticks to taste. The mont he bit into a atball, the elasticity of the beaten at combined with the soft glutinous rice made his eyes widen in surprise. Then ca the soup—pure, sweet, and warming. The simple steaming thod had locked in the original flavors perfectly, creating a taste that was clean yet profound.

"This... this is the true soul of the ingredients!" Old Jack exclaid, completely conquered by the al. It was precisely these endless culinary surprises that made him so reluctant to leave.

The Halun rchant group coming to the Phantasmagoria Continent early this ti was originally because Corbin wanted to obtain fine wine to increase the reputation of the rchant group and his family, hence taking the trouble to co here.

For fine wine, he was willing to stay a few more days.

Now it was different; even if Corbin wanted to leave, Old Jack wouldn’t agree. He and Eric made a few dishes to exchange with each other every day, dragging along Arthur and Richard, and even his little apprentice Tara got to satisfy his cravings.

Richard had a rough appearance and a hearty personality, but unexpectedly, his palate favored light flavors. He absolutely loved Eric’s stead dishes, completely contrary to his personality of loving strong liquor.

Old Jack was imrsed in a completely different cooking thod and couldn’t extricate himself. Seeing him so enthusiastic, Eric simply gave that giant stear to him.

In return, every day when Eric returned to the tribe, Old Jack would wrap up pastries made by himself and Tara for Eric to take back, allowing a bunch of beastn to benefit as well.

Regardless of the profession, reaching a certain realm would bring its own pride. Old Jack was the sa, except for these past few days; as soon as Eric arrived, Old Jack’s mood beca cheerful, his white beard perking up every day.

During this ti, Eric also asked about purple gold ore. Unfortunately, the Hadu tribe didn’t have any. Although the Dwarves had collected many types of rare ores, purple gold ore was extrely precious to them too. Just adding a little to weapons or props would significantly raise the grade of the final product.

But Joseph rembered that Julia of the Gray tribe seed to have a piece. The magic staff made for Evan had a little bit added, which made Joseph jealous of Evan.

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Author’s note:

A few Chapters were reversed, and I have updated them; I hope this will not cause you to lose interest. I am very sorry for this incident!