Thinking there was no hope left, Eric squatted by the fire in disappointnt, but unexpectedly, a pleasant surprise arrived, causing his ears to prick up imdiately.
"Moon? She must be very powerful, otherwise, how could she leave Dragon Island? You guys are welco." He pretended to say casually.
With delicious food right in front of him, Kanude ate without caring about his surroundings, burying his head in the basin without looking up.
Boa was even more excited than Eric, imagining a future where she could eat all kinds of delicious food, devouring more than ten large chicken legs in one breath.
After satisfying her cravings, the little girl stood up to go ho and find her brother.
Eric watched her figure leave, a glimr of hope rising in his heart, though it was extrely small.
Even if dragons could leave, an adult dragon would certainly not be as easy to fool as Boa. What if the other party saw through his intentions...
Moreover, even if he could eventually use the other party to return to the tribe, he didn’t know what this dragon nad Moon was like. What if she brought new trouble to the tribe?
There was also Arthur; he already knew where the Hadu tribe was. What if he chased after them?
Every point was a problem; the little joy in Eric’s heart was like a small fla extinguished by a sudden downpour.
Boa left, and Kanude was overjoyed. It monopolized all the roasted chicken legs and wings, leaving not even a scrap of bone.
It was Eric who had deliberately saved a basin, otherwise, it would have been truly improper.
Besides the chicken legs, wings, and feet, Eric didn’t waste the remaining parts either, chopping them up to put into a braising pot.
Unfortunately, there was no old master stock from the tribe. The pot of master stock in the canteen had cooked an unknown number of beast heads, making the braised at incredibly fragrant. When the Tiger tribe was there, they went out hunting many tis just for a piece of this braised at.
Arthur had been at the Hadu tribe for half a year, so naturally, he had also fallen in love with the taste of braised food. The proof was that he habitually kept the internal organs of the prey he hunted, cleaning them very thoroughly. He even kept the hooves and miscellaneous parts that dragons basically didn’t eat.
However, the taste of freshly made braising liquid wasn’t bad either. As long as the stock was preserved properly, it would beco more delicious the more it was used.
First, he caralized sugar for color, then boiled a pot of stock.
Various spices were added to the water in proportion and boiled for over ten minutes. After the aroma of the spices was released, the caral sauce, scallions, ginger, garlic, and chilies were all added and boiled for another ten minutes or so.
Without soy sauce or oyster sauce, Eric sighed. It had been a long ti since he experienced days of lacking everything, where he had to make everything himself like this.
The braising liquid with the added caral sauce had a bright red color, so he just had to make do; the taste would definitely not be bad. The sliced beast at and bones were put in first. When they were nearly cooked, the chicken pieces, gizzards, and intestines were added to cook together.
Beast internal organs had a strong sll, so Eric put them in a different pot to cook to avoid tainting the flavor.
Bubbling away, the two pots constantly released a fragrance. Eric felt hungry just slling it, so he ate a few roasted chicken legs and wings.
While he was leisurely cooking and eating in here, the dragons outside were about to die of craving.
"Brother, hurry up. I told you Arthur isn’t here. Besides, that beastman took the initiative to invite to eat. You definitely won’t be beaten!"
Boa hugged the arm of a handso young man, speaking coquettishly. Seeing her brother still hesitating and refusing to go with her, she stomped her foot in anger: "If you still don’t go, I’ll go by myself. I haven’t even eaten the chicken feet he made yet!"
Robin touched his face with lingering fear: "Boa, I was just threatened by Arthur this morning. You want to go to his cave?"
"That’s because you provoked him first. Don’t think I don’t know, I saw it all. You guys bullied that beastman first. He’s also a child; I think Arthur wasn’t wrong in this matter." Boa pouted, speaking "fairly."
Robin frowned tightly and pinched Boa’s cheek hard: "You’ve just been bought off by delicious food!"
Dragons had thick skin and flesh; even siblings used full strength when fighting.
Boa’s face turned red from the pinch. She huffed angrily and flew towards Arthur’s cave on her own.
The closer she got, the richer the sll of food beca, even more fragrant than when she left. She couldn’t help but speed up.
Robin originally intended to chase his sister back, but a complex aroma rushed into his nose, so fragrant he didn’t know how to describe it. His mouth involuntarily started salivating, and the wings on his back couldn’t stop either, decisively following his sister into the tiger’s den.
It wasn’t until he stopped flying and landed on the ground that he realized what he had done, and his expression imdiately changed. He really wanted to grab his sister and turn away, but the rich aroma was like a hook, firmly holding his feet in place.
Just as he hesitated, Boa cheered and ran inside: "I’m back! Are the chicken feet ready to eat? I’ve never eaten chicken feet before!"
Eric had just turned off the fire under the braised at pot, preparing to let it soak for a while to absorb the flavor, when he heard Boa’s call. He couldn’t help but laugh: "Why so slow? But it’s good timing; just right to eat braised at in a bit."
Chicken wings were still roasting over the fire, emitting a fragrant sll. Although fire magic was convenient, it lacked the scent of firewood. Eric liked to combine both when roasting at; he could control the fire better, and the roasted at would have a char-grilled scent.
"Didn’t you go to call your brother? Where is your brother?" Seeing no one behind her, Eric asked curiously.
Boa was so crave-stricken she had forgotten about this. Hearing this, she turned back to look, then sensed for a mont before saying:
"He doesn’t dare to co in. I had a hard ti convincing him to co over, but Brother said he was just..."
"Nonsense! It’s because you ran too fast, you glutton."
A shout ca, followed by Robin walking into the cave from the corridor with a dark face, tily stopping his sister’s slander.
The siblings were quite tall in appearance. Eric smiled and said, "These chicken wings and legs are cooked. I’ve been keeping them warm. You two eat while it’s hot. There are also chicken feet ready to eat."
Robin looked warily at Kanude, who was contentedly gnawing on a bone to the side. Seeing that it had no intention of attacking, he stepped forward and sat down, accepting the plate Eric handed over.
Wasn’t it just roasted at? And it was ordinary wild chicken at too. Why would a dragon eat this? Only poor beastn would target such tiny animals that weren’t enough to fill the gaps between their teeth.
He frowned at the chicken legs and wings in the plate, feeling extrely disdainful in his heart. Beastn were still so pathetic, eating even this kind of low-class animal, not even comparable to low-level magical beasts.
But the greasy roasted chicken legs and wings in the plate, glistening with a golden-brown color, were too fragrant. They were also too close to him; the sll kept rushing straight into his nose, making him crave it so much his saliva was about to flow.
"If you’re not eating, give it to ." Boa, with a mouth full of at, saw this and reached out a greasy hand, intending to take the plate away.
Before his brain could react, Robin’s hand moved first. He imdiately swatted his sister’s hand away, glared at Boa fiercely, and ate a whole chicken wing in one bite, swallowing it down after just a few chews.
The chicken at was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a sweet, savory, and slightly spicy taste that imdiately made his eyes widen.
And so, in the cave that followed, only three individuals were left burying their heads in food.
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