I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 107: Blind Faith

The "large earth beans" here were grown in a completely natural environment, without the stimulants of modern times, so their flavor was especially fresh and sweet, more delicious than any potato Eric had ever eaten.

After eating several large pieces to satisfy his craving, he contentedly picked up a flatbread, used chopsticks to spread a layer of shredded potatoes evenly on top, rolled it up, and took a big bite. A layer of fluffy, crispy crust, a layer of rich meat filling, plus a layer of spicy, crunchy potatoes—it both cut the grease and elevated the flavor.

Eric chewed the food in his mouth leisurely, a feeling of satisfaction surging through him.

"Eric is still the smart one, he really knows how to eat!" Michael followed his way, rolling up a flatbread and taking a bite, exclaiming in amazement.

He could get praised as smart for this? Ever since turning into a Snow Wolf child, Eric had been praised every day.

If he were in his wolf form, his tail would have probably already pointed to the sky in smugness.

Hearing Michael say that, everyone tried this way of eating; even Max couldn’t help but roll one up. As expected, the flavor was astonishing; the crunchy potato shreds had significantly softened the richness of the meat filling.

The three members of the Ox-Head tribe who came here were all vegetarian, yet they also praised it profusely, continuously picking up food and putting it into their wide mouths.

It made Eric seriously suspect if they kept their beast heads just to be able to eat more, because those mouths were indeed much larger than in their human form.

He just didn’t know how many stomachs they had. Don’t cows have four? He heard that when hungry, they could even chew cud...

Thinking of this, he felt a bit nauseated. One really shouldn’t let their mind wander while eating. But the Ox-Head tribe probably wouldn’t be like that when transformed into human form...

The Snow Wolves were fine, but watching the Ox-Head tribe members holding large bones and gnawing on them deliciously, the scene was a bit strange.

After gnawing off the meat, Michael and the others skillfully used their hands to break the large bones, taking out the thick, jelly-like marrow inside. The rich bone marrow was delicious on its own, and even more flavorful when dipped in the stew broth.

Bi had never expected that one day he would have to learn how to eat from the Snow Wolves. All of this was beyond his expectations, but the marrow melting in his mouth clearly did not disappoint him.

Just the food today alone made Bi feel that a child being the tribe leader didn’t seem like such an unacceptable thing after all.

Isn’t the responsibility of a tribe leader to lead the tribe to be well-fed and warmly clothed? In terms of food alone, it was feared that hardly anyone could compare to the kid.

[If only the kid were a little stronger.] Bi discreetly glanced at Eric’s small figure, feeling regretful inwardly.

The group of beastmen swept everything off the table like a whirlwind, yet still seemed to want more, especially the members of the Ox-Head tribe with their larger stomachs.

Eric was secretly glad that his appetite was small, so he didn’t need to join the battle for food. He gnawed on a piece of bright green corn, moved to the verge of tears by the familiar taste.

The salted meat stew, after adding corn, had a clear sweetness, and also contained cabbage stewed until tender; all were flavors that Eric loved. The Ox-Head tribe also ate a lot of this stew, so compared to it, the other three dishes seemed more novel to them.

The Snow Wolves of the Kun tribe wiped their mouths in satisfaction. They were just like the Thomas tribe before; winter food, aside from hard-to-swallow dry rations, consisted only of roasted dried meat that was both tough and rank, and thin meat soup. A meal this delicious made them feel as if they were dreaming.

The Kun tribe leader looked at Thomas with eyes full of envy. "How is your luck so good? If only this child belonged to our tribe."

Hearing this, Max, Michael, and the other warriors all looked at him with wary eyes. Wishful thinking. A kid as capable as Eric could only belong to them.

Thomas laughed heartily, saying smugly, "It’s even more than that. Our tribe’s winter this year has been much more comfortable thanks to Eric."

Beastmen weren’t inherently complicated; when they lived well, they also hoped their fellow tribesmen would fare better. Therefore, aside from major matters, they didn’t hesitate to share other things.

"No wonder you let him be the tribe leader."

Without a trace of doubt left, the Kun tribe leader, who had been completely conquered by the delicious food, now looked at Eric with almost blind faith.

"Kid, you can use flour to make food like this, it’s truly ingenious," Bi praised sincerely.

After all, even the simplest black bread, most beastmen couldn’t learn to make.

Among the tribes the Ox-Head tribe had taught, apart from dextrous tribes like the Ape-Men tribe, all other tribes had failed.

Flour was already lost during the grinding process; if it wasn’t made properly, it was better to just cook the whole grains.

They never expected that one day, the Snow Wolves would know how to utilize flour so skillfully. This had truly broadened the horizons for the Ox-Head tribe members.

Eric just gave a somewhat shy smile, then stood up to get sugar, intending to mix some drinks for everyone.

The fire used for cooking outside still had embers, and the pot of water Eric had placed on it was already boiling. Max followed him outside, took out the ceramic cups used for trading and the sugar from the luggage, and then mixed drinks for everyone.

Eric originally intended to help, but Max was afraid he would get burned and didn’t let him. He found a wooden plank to place all the cups on, then carried them all inside at once.

"Oh!" As soon as he received the cup, Bi’s eyes were immediately glued to it. He stroked the body of the cup, feeling its firmness and smooth surface.

"Did you trade this cup with humans? This is the first time I’ve seen it. This ceramic looks much sturdier than the old kind, and the color is beautiful too!"

Even though he knew Eric was the tribe leader now, Bi had been used to dealing with Thomas for many years, so out of habit, he still turned to ask him first.

"Haha, this was also made by Eric’s own hands. What do you think, much better than the things traded with humans, right!" Thomas replied proudly, looking just like a father boasting about his talented child.

"Made it himself?"

The people from the Kun tribe and the members of the Ox-Head tribe repeated in unison.

Not only were their voices loud, but everyone’s eyes looked as if they were about to pop out. They all simultaneously reached out to touch the ceramic cups that Max had just handed out.