I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 130: The Misery of Adults

Michael scratched his head. That spicy stir-fried oyster dish was really delicious during the day, but if Eric didn’t let them eat it, he must have his reasons.

Besides, there were so many other delicious dishes waiting on the table.

Thinking this, he nodded at Eric, then extended his chopsticks to join the battle for the fish head with Max.

Ever since Eric had enlightened them to the delicacy of the fish head, fighting for the head first whenever there was a fish dish had become an unwritten rule.

The two of them brandished their chopsticks rapidly, looking less like they were eating and more like two martial arts masters competing.

In the end, the larger part of the tenderly stewed fish head still fell into Max’s hands, but Michael also managed to grab a good amount.

The fish head was split open, revealing the translucent, rich brain inside.

After dividing the spoils, both of them tacitly picked up the best piece of meat for Eric at the same time.

"Clack."

The two pairs of chopsticks collided right above Eric’s bowl. Max shot Michael an unfriendly glance.

This time, Michael didn’t get angry. Instead, he gave a meaningful smile and gently moved the piece of fish head in his chopsticks to Honey’s bowl.

"Yum yum... Brother, your cooking is so delicious, much better than my parents’!"

Honey’s mouth finally had a free moment to speak. She looked up at Eric with sparkling, admiring eyes, her sweet little mouth lavishing him with straightforward praise.

Unable to resist, Eric reached out and patted Honey’s head a few more times.

Her hair was indeed much nicer to touch than scales. But he didn’t know if it was an illusion; he just felt that this beast cub’s hair was cooler to the touch than Leo’s and the other children’s.

He also picked up a large serving of the spicy fish stew he had been craving.

The fresh seaweed, crispy and crunchy, was the first time he’d eaten it like this; previously, it was always the dried, rehydrated kind. In the red, glisteningly oily soup, whether it was the tender fish fillet, the sweet clam meat, or the chewy snail meat, all were thoroughly soaked in seasoning.

The spicy flavor rushed up his nose, stimulating his taste buds immensely.

The crab was added last. He bit through the hard shell, slurped the rich sauce inside; the fresh sweetness of the crab meat blended with the intense spiciness was, in a word, satisfying.

The stewed beast claws were so tender they melted in the mouth. The entire large earthenware pot was full, but Eric and Honey were full after just a few bites. The rest was cleanly divided by the two adult beastmen.

After eating the strongly flavored dishes, the steamed seafood was perfect for cleansing the palate. This simple cooking method preserved the most original, fresh sweetness of the food.

The sea shrimp on the fire had also turned a bright red.

Michael, unafraid of the heat, just picked it up with his bare hands, peeled off the crispy roasted shell, revealing the coiled, snow-white shrimp meat inside.

Eric and Honey had just finished sharing the plate of spicy stir-fried oysters. Surprisingly, this little snake girl was quite good at handling spicy food.

By now, both of them were stuffed. When Michael divided the shrimp meat, Eric only took a small piece, sprinkled on a little barbecue seasoning powder, and shared the last of it with Honey.

After the satisfying meal, the two adult beastmen began to clean up the "battlefield." Max refilled the large iron skillet with seawater, continuing to boil salt over the fire.

Eric was still a bit worried that Honey would see the salt-making process. He had just turned his head to look, but unexpectedly, she had already rubbed her full belly, turned back into a small snake, and snuggled into the beast skin, fast asleep.

It was still winter, after all. The coast was only slightly warmer than the inland, and the cold wind still chilled to the bone.

Perhaps Honey wasn’t just awakened by the heat of the fire, but more likely because... she was too hungry.

Thinking of this, Eric couldn’t help but laugh at Honey. Since he had transmigrated, he seemed to have gained a special magnetic field that attracted all sorts of foodies, big and small.

Like this beast cub from the Hong Phuc Snake Tribe, so young, yet her appetite was even bigger than his.

That night, even sleeping in a simple beast-skin hut, they didn’t feel cold at all. Max transformed into a Snow Wolf, curling his body around Eric in the middle, with a thick layer of fur padding underneath. The fire outside the hut was also kept burning all night.

The hut only had enough space for one Snow Wolf to sleep in beast form, so Michael had to maintain his human form, sleeping in all sorts of positions near the entrance.

Honey turned into her small snake form.

Although Eric wasn’t at the point of running away at the sight of her, he didn’t want to sleep hugging a cold, scaly body either.

He used the very beast-skin clothes he had made for Honey to roll into a small nest, placed the soundly sleeping girl inside, and carefully covered her with a thin beast skin.

Above his head was Honey’s warm nest, beside him was the thick, smooth fur of the large Snow Wolf, and Michael stood guard at the entrance. Eric listened to the whistling wind, warmly drifting into dreamland.

During the night, Michael had changed the seawater twice, refining a good amount of crude salt, all of which was stored neatly in bamboo tubes.

Early in the morning, sunlight shone through the cracks of the hut. Eric rubbed his eyes and sat up. He hadn’t been cold at all last night; it was much more comfortable than the nights on the road.

It was just that he kept hearing rustling sounds, occasionally waking up in the middle of the night, and it seemed like Max and Michael weren’t there...

But because he was sleeping so deeply, he wasn’t sure and thought he was dreaming. It was just that he didn’t feel very refreshed today.

Eric stretched and walked out of the hut, greeting the morning sun and enjoying the majestic view of the vast sea.

The large iron skillet was still bubbling, boiling seawater. Eric went over and gave it a stir. This must have been the batch Michael had replaced in the middle of the night; it was now half-evaporated.

But where had everyone gone so early in the morning? Eric stood up doubtfully and looked around.

Just one glance left him so astonished his mouth fell open.

The spot where he had sat opening scallop shells yesterday was now piled with even more shells than the day before. And the opened shells had mostly been crafted into exquisite combs.

Max was sitting there, his head bowed, earnestly polishing the comb in his hand. His thick eyelashes were lowered, his gaze focused, occasionally blowing lightly on the shell powder.

His silvery-white hair fluttered in the sea breeze, revealing a high, resolute forehead.

"Max!" Eric ran over, staring in amazement at the mountain of scallop shell combs:

"Didn’t you sleep last night? I thought I was hallucinating. We can’t even use this many combs."

Max’s slender hand paused for a moment, a rare unnatural expression appearing on his face:

"I saw you really liked the pearls, and besides, didn’t you want to make combs yesterday? As it happens, I couldn’t sleep well last night, so I just made them all."

Even so, this many was a bit of an exaggeration.

Eric looked at the mountain of scallop shells, his hands itching to try making one himself, but at the same time, he was a little suspicious.

How far would you have to go to collect this many?

They had already scoured the surrounding beach yesterday.

Even if the tide went out, there couldn’t be this many. Could it be that Max had dived into the sea to find them?

As he was wondering, Michael’s large head emerged from the sea.

"Look what I caught!"

He excitedly raised his two forepaws.

A giant, black-and-red lobster was lifted out of the water. It looked to be at least six or seven meters long, waving its huge claws and struggling with its small legs.

"It’s really cool in the seawater! And there’s this shrimp, too. It’s much bigger than the ones in the river, just a bit fierce. It almost nipped my nose."

Michael used his strength to throw the lobster onto the shore, then shook his fur dry and waded to land.

Eric froze, then immediately understood. He suppressed a laugh, looking at the two of them with a deeply meaningful gaze.

So it was because they ate too many oysters!

Yesterday’s first meal was oysters, hadn’t the two of them eaten pot after pot?

At that time, Eric hadn’t remembered the special effect of oysters, so he hadn’t stopped them...

Max helplessly put down the scallop shell comb.

Last night, his and Michael’s bodies felt like they were on fire, and outside the hut, there was a roaring fire.

The two of them had no choice but to keep running to the sea to soak themselves, taking the opportunity to pick up more scallop shells.

It went on like that until morning before they finally settled down.