I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 45: Having To Do Everything Myself

"Eric! We could sll it from so far away! You can tell it’s your cooking just from the aroma!"

Kevin and Sam ca running from a distance, shouting boisterously.

By now, Eric’s cooking was like a signal to assemble. There was no need for Leo to go call everyone; as soon as they caught the fragrant scent, the whole tribe would tacitly make their way over.

Flower wagged her tail and ran like the wind. Eric hadn’t cooked at ho for the past few days, and the little girl was dying from the cravings. Michael arrived and saw his father was also there, and couldn’t help but laugh teasingly:

"Dad, didn’t you say you weren’t coming? And you laughed at for coming to freeload off a cub’s food every day."

Phong turned his head away in embarrassnt, pretending not to hear.

"You’re both here, but Anna isn’t?" Luci suddenly asked.

The atmosphere instantly stiffened. Thomas paused for a beat, while the father and son, Michael and Phong, fell silent. After a mont, Michael managed to speak with so difficulty:

"My mother... she doesn’t really like eating in crowded places..."

Jessica quickly tried to smooth things over: "Alright, alright, let’s eat! I don’t know what Eric made today, but it slls even more fragrant than before."

Standing to the side, Eric snickered to himself. He knew perfectly well that Max’s mother and Michael’s mother had both pursued Thomas in the past, and in the end, Luci had beco the chief’s mate.

This had led to a silent, mutual dislike between the two females, and it was also the reason Luci had been hesitant to approve of Max and Michael’s feelings for each other. Thinking about it, it was actually quite funny.

Max turned his head and shot him a look.

Eric coughed lightly twice and quickly lifted the lid of the large iron pot. A rich fragrance imdiately wafted out. The stead bread had puffed up to double its size, soft and thick, with half of it soaked in the savory broth, looking incredibly appetizing.

Today’s stew had a deep red color, and its flavor was fresher than usual. Max carried the whole large pot and placed it in the middle of the group.

"These spices are truly our greatest haul," Kevin remarked as he ate: "I used to think the rchant caravans sold spices for way too much."

Sam, his mouth full of bread, agreed: "Right, right, before, the one thing no one wanted to trade for was spices. They were pungent and expensive."

Getting to eat delicious food, Luci imdiately forgot about her old rival: "Next ti a human rchant caravan passes by, we’ll trade for more spices with them."

As he ate, Eric thought to himself that with more and more people, he couldn’t handle all the work alone. Maybe he should talk to Thomas about opening a communal kitchen for the tribe?

He could teach Jessica and Li while he worked, or find a few Dwarves to help.

He rembered seeing bread ovens in the Dwarves’ hos. He had been racking his brain about where to even start building a bread oven, but now all he had to do was ask Luban to make one.

After dinner, he packed a portion of the beef stew and bread for Phong to take back for Anna. After seeing them off, Eric called Max over, ran into the house, and brought out the remaining listone from his sugar-making.

"This can not only be used to make sugar, but it can also be used to build houses. It’s much stronger than yellow mud," he explained.

The piece of listone looked quite large in his hand, but in Max’s, it imdiately looked half the size. Eric was green with envy.

Sooner or later, he would be that tall, that strong!

In Max’s eyes, this was just an ordinary gray stone, but he said without hesitation:

"Do you need this kind of stone? I can go dig so up for you."

Eric happily stepped forward and gave him a hug: "Thank you! Help dig up so more. This stuff has many uses. After the bricks are fired, I want to build a new house too."

Max froze on the spot, his body slightly stiff, a rare hint of bewildernt on his face.

Oblivious, Eric didn’t notice his unusual reaction.

After so many days, he had long co to see Max as a good older brother. In his mind, this hug was purely to show affection. He turned to go do sothing else.

He had been busy firing bricks lately, and the soybeans he had started fernting had been drying for several days. He had originally planned to make soy sauce imdiately but then thought that soy sauce made with refined salt would taste better. And to get refined salt, he needed activated charcoal.

Sigh, I’m so tired of this life where I have to do everything myself.

He took out the charcoal he had made earlier, ground it into a fine powder, and put it in a ceramic pot to cook with water and rice vinegar. The only thing left was to watch the fire, a job that was handed over to Leo.

In the anti, he tasted the sweet rice wine and berry wine he had been fernting. The rice wine was sweet and fragrant upon tasting, with a long-lasting aftertaste—a complete success. He shared a small bowl with Leo, who was diligently watching the fire.

As a result, Leo got drunk not long after drinking it, collapsing on the spot and snoring loudly.

Eric, unaware, drank it like a soft drink himself, and then also fell fast asleep while hugging Leo.