I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 79: Unnameable Feelings

Today, Eric intended to make roasted rabbit ribs.

Rabbit at was inherently tender and sweet, a favorite among the children of the tribe, while the adult Snow Wolf people could even chew the bones.

Several dozen jars of sorghum wine had been distilled. The remaining lees were gathered by Luban into a single pottery jar.

Eric took the opportunity to sprinkle in a little more yeast powder, mixed it well, and then asked Kevin and a few friends to move it down to the cellar for a second ferntation.

By the ti all that was done, it was already late afternoon. Fearing that the food prepared would not be enough for dinner, as there were many guests, Eric decided to go to the tribe’s communal warehouse to get so more fresh at.

Hearing him say he wanted to go get at, Michael couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

"How much at can that small fra of yours carry? Let go with you. You just pick, and I’ll carry it."

Eric shot him a dissatisfied glare, but his stomach told him that this was true, so he didn’t refuse.

"Alright, then let’s go together."

"Let go with you. Michael, you stay and eat."

Max, who had been silent ever since arriving at Eric’s house, suddenly spoke up.

They had grilled at in the yard for lunch, and it seed Michael hadn’t really eaten much because he was too busy helping him... Eric felt incredibly guilty. How could he have been so thoughtless as to not notice? Max truly was worthy of being Michael’s "destined partner."

Kevin was just about to open his mouth to say he was full and could go with Eric, when he was pinched hard on the hip by Grass, causing him to yelp "ouch" and jump up from the ground.

Not understanding what he had done wrong, Kevin looked aggrievedly at Grass, and then completely forgot about going to get at with Eric.

Grass, however, calmly lifted the cup in her hand and took a sip of fruit juice mixed with thorn-beast honey. Ever since he learned that she liked sweets, Eric would prepare a jar of thorn-beast honey jam for her every ti she visited. Over ti, it beca a habit, and she would mix herself a cup as soon as she entered the house.

Well, the weather was beautiful today, and the fruit juice was also very sweet. She couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to the foolish Kevin, leaning against the door and enjoying the view by herself.

Michael was about to say sothing more, but he t Max’s cold, sharp gaze and swallowed the words he was about to say.

Max’s mood was really erratic today, but thinking about how he was concerned that he hadn’t eaten his fill, Michael didn’t bother to argue. He just didn’t know if Max would take his anger out on Eric...

Thinking it over, Max had always been calm and steady, so it probably wouldn’t co to that. Michael didn’t say anything further, only watching their departing figures with a sowhat worried look in his eyes.

To prove that there was truly nothing between them, Eric couldn’t conveniently avoid it. Wouldn’t trying to keep a distance just prove that he had a guilty conscience? He had no choice but to stubbornly go with Max.

Inside, his little inner self was wailing frantically. Waaah, when will the main couple finally get together? Leaving a background character like to live in constant anxiety every day.

Looking at the situation today, it would probably be soon. Max was just like in the stories he used to read, caring for Michael without even realizing it. At so point, it would all click, and he would have an epiphany... Hehe, a good drama, worth watching.

Eric walked alongside, his mind at one mont weeping, the next smirking to himself, looking no different from soone who had lost their wits. Imagining the two of them together, he felt a little regretful.

Sigh, Max truly t all the conditions he wanted in a life partner. As expected, all the good n were already taken.

He didn’t know what his future other half would be like either. Actually, the girls here were also wonderful; they were so wonderful they almost bent him straight again.

Speaking of which, the beastn here had a very open-minded view of sexual orientation. The low birth rate was probably partly due to this reason. They didn’t require a partner to be male or female; as long as they were compatible, the entire tribe would give their blessings.

Due to his family circumstances, the original owner’s personality was too extre, causing the people in the tribe to not like him very much. But from what he observed, the Snow Wolf people even seed to be encouraging him and Max. Wasn’t this also a way of caring for a child who had lost both parents?

But perhaps this was fate. He had co here; he didn’t know if the original owner had made it to his world. If he could, he hoped that he would live a good life and stop tornting himself.

The modern world didn’t require extraordinary strength. As long as he worked hard and, in his free ti, finished reading the series he was following, it would be considered fulfilling a wish for him.

Arriving at the communal warehouse, Jessica and Sam heard that he was about to host a housewarming party and enthusiastically recomnded various types of magical beast at to him.

The magical beasts caught today had already been butchered into large chunks of at. If they hadn’t introduced them, Eric would have had to sniff each piece to identify which was which.

He still preferred to eat pork. Even though the pig-shaped magical beast here had a gamier sll than the dosticated pigs of the modern era, Eric still favored it. The gaminess of the pork was likely related to castration and the bleeding thod during slaughter. The pigs here were too large, and raising them wasn’t easy.

It would be possible to buy pigs from the human settlents to raise, but their pigs weren’t even as big as the tribe’s gray rabbits; there would be nothing to eat.

Well, he would think about it next year. Winter was approaching, so all plans would have to be put on hold for now.

Speaking of winter, he had an idea to make so cured at and sausages himself. Before, he was worried about not having enough salt, but last ti the tribe had obtained a lot of crude salt from those rcenaries. The portion Eric received, even after being refined into fine salt, was still quite a lot, enough to use freely.

Thinking of this, Eric unceremoniously chose all of today’s pork portion and also took a lot of intestines to make sausages.

Jessica was still worried that he wouldn’t have enough to eat, while Sam and Tang were sad that they couldn’t co to the party early.

The work at the communal warehouse was good in every way, with only one drawback: it took up too much ti.

Sam repeatedly told Eric he had to save him a portion, or else he would co to Eric’s house and throw a tantrum.

Seeing that Eric had finished choosing the at, Max gathered it all, tied it tightly, and slung it onto his back. Seeing the scene of Eric surrounded by Sam and the others, reluctant to leave, Max’s handso face darkened, his gaze on the crowd as sharp as a knife.

He didn’t know why, but he had clearly decided to keep his distance from Eric for a while, yet when Michael invited him to the housewarming party at his house, he had agreed imdiately without even realizing it.

When he was standing at Eric’s gate and saw him almost fall, Max had been about to rush forward to catch him, but then he thought about how the tribe’s people viewed the two of them.

While he was still hesitating, Michael had already embraced Eric in a flash...

Even now, the sight of Eric surrounded by several people caused an naless fire to ignite from the bottom of his heart.

He didn’t know why.

Originally, he only wanted to look after Eric like a younger brother, but now, he himself no longer understood what he wanted to do.