I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 129: Adults Can’t Eat Much

"Michael, it’s one thing to talk about her, but why drag me into it? I was doing proper work that time!"

Having old matters brought up, Eric shouted unhappily at Michael.

What was wrong with picking mushrooms? That was honest labor! He hadn’t run into the forest and gotten lost because he was playing!

Max, who was serving as his cushion, also let out a low, soft chuckle.

Eric was so angry his cheeks puffed out. He slid off Max’s steady back, even forgetting his vague fear of the small snake.

But thinking about it, a small snake that could talk didn’t seem that scary, especially when her voice was so sweet and soft...

In the distant Hadu Tribe, Leo, who was playing in a snowball fight with his friends, suddenly shivered.

Huh, why did the back of his neck suddenly feel so cold?

"Eric really was picking mushrooms. He brought back a lot that time, enough to dry a whole storehouse of mushrooms."

Seeing his ruffled appearance, Max’s lips curled slightly as he spoke up to explain.

Eric paid no attention to the two who were teasing him. He kept a safe distance from the small snake and squatted down to ask:

"So, do you remember the way back to your tribe? We can take you back when we return."

The small snake looked a bit troubled, its previously upright body suddenly wilting like a wet noodle.

"The tribe elder said not to let outsiders know where our tribe hibernates. Besides, everyone is probably fast asleep by now."

After speaking, she dejectedly coiled herself into a ball.

That made sense.

The Snake Tribe needed to hibernate in winter; otherwise, they would have to constantly find ways to keep warm.

Like this little snake girl, it was certainly thanks to the relatively warm air by the coast, plus being warmed by the heat from the fire for half a day, that she woke up.

This was indeed a thorny problem. Eric was also a bit at a loss, squatting there scratching his head in frustration.

"You don’t need to reveal your tribe’s hibernation location. When we go back, just show us where you live when it’s warm. Maybe your parents aren’t hibernating and are waiting for you at home."

Seeing the little snake so dejected, Michael also felt a bit sympathetic and offered a suggestion.

Eric’s eyes lit up. This was a good idea!

Even if her parents couldn’t stay long in the mountains during the cold winter, perhaps they were worried about their child and chose not to hibernate with their tribe, staying at home to wait instead.

Hearing Michael say this, the little snake also perked up a bit. She carefully raised her head and asked:

"Then if my parents have also hibernated, and no one is waiting for me, can you... bury me in a safe place?"

Eric burst out laughing. He glanced at Max and Michael, then said with a smile:

"If you really have nowhere else to go, then we’ll take you back to our tribe first, okay?"

The little snake happily nodded her head, then slowly crawled towards Eric.

Although he was still quite wary of the dense scales on her body, the scariest thing about snakes was their cold-blooded, emotionless feeling.

But the little snake in front of him spoke so cutely. Eric tried to suppress the discomfort in his heart and didn’t shy away anymore.

"Thank you, brother. My name is Honey."

The little snake Honey offered her thanks sweetly; her voice and her name suited each other perfectly.

Melted by Honey’s cuteness, Eric completely cast aside his prejudice against reptiles.

He tentatively reached out to pat the little one’s head. A cool, smooth sensation traveled from his fingertips, but strangely, he didn’t feel any aversion at all.

Thinking about how Honey had been hibernating for who-knows-how-many-days and had fallen asleep so suddenly, she definitely hadn’t had time to store up food. Eric felt a little heartache.

Snakes would eat a large amount of food before hibernating to ensure they had energy to expend over the long period.

"You must be very hungry, right? There’s a lot of food here, and it’s just finished cooking. Let’s eat."

He turned his head to look at the other two. Just as he was about to call them to eat together, he saw that Max and Michael had already transformed back into their human forms and were properly dressed in beast-skin clothes. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Such fast movements!

He was about to step forward and serve Honey some food first when the little snake in front of him suddenly transformed. From a snake over a meter long, she turned into a child less than a meter tall.

Her hair was a strange color, the top half jet-black, the bottom half a fiery red. She had a pointed chin, her face still holding the chubbiness of a child, and her large, round, sparkling eyes looked incredibly adorable.

But that wasn’t the main point! The main point was... this little kid wasn’t wearing any clothes!

As fast as a gust of wind, Eric rushed over, scooped Honey up, and ran straight into the hut.

Watching his hurried back, Michael was a bit astonished:

"This is the first time I’ve seen Eric run so fast."

Max, standing beside him, nodded in agreement.

Eric took out the thickest piece of silver-winged Winged Tiger skin to cut clothes for the little one. Sewing was really beyond him.

He wracked his brains for a moment, finally wrapping the beast skin around Honey’s body, and cut two holes for her arms. But letting a little girl have bare arms in the cold winter was just criminal.

Eric cut two more small pieces of beast skin to make a pair of attached sleeves. Although it looked a bit ragged, at least it could keep her warm.

After finishing the simple beast-skin outfit, Eric tied two more pieces of beast skin to her feet to make shoes.

Throughout the whole process, Honey was very obedient, letting him arrange everything. After getting her dressed, Eric finally led her back outside.

The steaming rack on the iron pot had been lifted off.

The crabs on it had turned an attractive bright red, and the clams had also opened their shells, revealing the fresh, plump meat inside.

Because there was no suitable plank to use as a dining table, Max had cleaned off a large, flat reef rock and placed the entire steaming rack on it.

The braised fish was incredibly fragrant. Michael sniffed, his hands moving quickly as he dished the large fish onto several wooden plates.

The stewed beast claws were also tender. Max directly carried the whole earthenware pot with that dish and the pot of spicy fish stew and placed them on the rock slab.

Knowing Eric liked shrimp, Michael had specially placed the giant sea shrimp on the fire to roast slowly. The shrimp shell crackled as it met the flames, gradually turning a bright red.

Max went into the hut and brought out a fur cushion for each of the two children to sit on.

Honey’s eyes were glued to the sumptuous table, obediently sitting next to Eric, waiting to be served food.

Softened by Honey’s obedience, Eric found a clean pair of chopsticks to pick up food for her.

Afraid she couldn’t eat spicy food, he prioritized giving her the braised fish meat. This fish was very large, so it had almost no fine bones.

He picked up a piece of beast claw that had been stewed until it was boneless and tender and put it in Honey’s bowl, then carefully peeled a crab, placing a chunk of snow-white crab meat in her bowl.

Having hibernated for so long, Honey’s stomach was long empty. If Eric hadn’t coincidentally discovered her, she probably would have starved to death before any magic beast could treat her as food.

At this moment, with fragrant food right in front of her, Honey couldn’t hold back any longer. Her small hand held the wooden spoon Eric had specially given her, deftly scooping food into her mouth.

The way she ate was completely at odds with her lovely appearance; she barely even chewed.

Only then did Eric feel that Honey was truly a genuine snake. Didn’t snakes always swallow their prey whole and digest it slowly?

Seeing her eating heartily, Eric also relaxed and began his own meal. The sea fish meat was indeed firm, each fiber of meat curled together.

He picked up a piece, dipped it generously in the sauce on the plate, and put it in his mouth. The savory, rich sauce blended with the sweet, fresh fish meat was a perfect combination.

Michael had long since buried his head in his food; his stomach, which had been empty for half a day, was finally comforted by the delicious food. And Max, sitting beside him, was eating at a speed that was not slow at all.

As for the spicy stir-fried oysters, Eric didn’t dare let the other two eat any more. He pulled the plate closer to himself and said:

"You two can’t eat any more of this. It’s not good for adult beastmen to eat too much."

Afraid the two would misunderstand that he was hoarding the good food, Eric quickly explained.