I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 136: The Snow Wolf’s Prank

Seeing that the two Elves had no intention of harming the beast cub, and worried that any sudden move might alert the other party and cause them to accidentally hurt him, Max and Michael waited patiently.

Only after their figures had completely disappeared did the two approach Eric.

"Eric, what are you thinking about, looking so dazed?"

Michael waved his large, broad hand back and forth in front of Eric’s face, puzzled.

A somewhat goofy smile still hung on the corners of Eric’s mouth.

He had actually met the legendary Elves, and they were such breathtakingly beautiful Elves at that!

The dream of countless nerds from his previous life, he had achieved it so easily.

Eric happily rubbed his chest. It seemed his heart was only just now returning to his body, pounding like a festival drum.

"Heh heh heh..."

Instead of answering Michael’s question, Eric was still lost in that ethereal beauty, unable to pull himself out.

The aesthetic standards of Beastmen and Humans were worlds apart. Michael had no idea that Eric was mesmerized by beauty. From his perspective, Elves were all too skinny, looking as fragile as willow branches in the wind.

Although in reality, Elven magic and the power of their enchanted arrows were exceptionally terrifying, this couldn’t change the Beastmen’s prejudice about their appearance.

Michael hurriedly nudged Max hard with his shoulder, then pointed at Eric, his voice full of worry:

"Hurry up and see if they cast some confusing spell on Eric. Why has he become so strange!"

Startled by his shouting, Eric finally snapped back to reality. He said helplessly:

"I haven’t been hit by any magic."

He once again looked regretfully in the direction the two Elves had left, then excitedly circled the tree that Funa had grown.

"This is the food that beautiful Elf lady gave me. It’s called breadfruit."

He looked up at the fruits he had never seen before.

Just thinking that this was the food of the Elf tribe, Eric’s curiosity and desire to explore its flavor surged violently.

With that, he used both his hands and feet, eagerly preparing to climb the tree. Funa had said the tree would wither in a moment. If he didn’t pick them in time and the fruits withered along with it, it would be a real pity.

Max, quick-eyed and nimble-handed, reached out and grabbed the scruff of the cub’s neck:

"I’ll go up and pick them, it’s too high. You wait down here."

"Can the Elves’ food even be eaten? It won’t be poisonous, will it..." Michael muttered. He was still full of mistrust for food given by an enemy they had fought before.

"The Elves wouldn’t do that."

Max kicked the tree trunk a few times, his tall figure deftly climbing up to the canopy. His voice drifted down from among the dense layers of leaves.

With the inherent pride of the Elf tribe, they truly wouldn’t stoop to such low-level things, especially against a beast cub with no power to resist. It was completely unnecessary.

Even knowing this, Michael still pouted, showing his disdain.

Just then, an oval-shaped fruit that looked like a large pumpkin fell "thwack" straight onto Michael’s head. Eric was startled and quickly backed up a few steps.

"Max!" Michael gritted his teeth, looking up.

As expected, a pile of breadfruits was falling one after another, but every single one of them perfectly avoided Eric’s direction. Therefore, if anyone said the fruit that hit his head just now wasn’t intentional on Max’s part, Michael would never believe it.

"My hand slipped." Max’s indifferent voice came from the canopy.

Although Eric couldn’t see his face, he could imagine the other’s deadpan expression while doing something bad. He couldn’t help but clutch his stomach, laughing delightedly.

Even the Snow Wolves’ way of teasing each other was so different. If it were a normal human, that fruit would have knocked them senseless.

This breadfruit looked very much like the old pumpkins from Eric’s hometown.

He estimated the weight; a single fruit had to be about twenty pounds. Falling from such a high tree, its power was even greater than a coconut falling during Typhoon Yagi.

The sound of it hitting Michael’s head just now was terrifying enough, yet Eric saw him just stand under the tree, rubbing his head a few times as if nothing had happened. He silently moved a little further away for safety.

Hearing his laughter, Michael turned and shot him a resentful glare, making Eric start to feel a guilty conscience.

He quickly changed the subject: "This breadfruit is huge! I wonder what it tastes like? Michael, have you ever eaten it before?"

Michael bent down to pick up the breadfruit that had just "assassinated" him, shaking his head, "This is a specialty food of the Elf tribe. This is my first time seeing it too."

His slender, strong hand used a bit of force, and with a "crack," he broke off a piece of the breadfruit and handed it to Eric, motioning for him to try it.

Eric had been immensely curious about the taste of the fruit he had personally watched grow into a large tree. He took it and tried a small bite.

When he first put it in his mouth, it was crunchy, but also quite hard, and bland, with no taste at all. Only after chewing thoroughly for a long time could he taste a very light, faint sweetness. Eric was a bit disappointed.

If even the Snow Wolves’ teeth found it hard, could it be that Elves’ teeth were as sharp as daggers?

Otherwise, how could they consider this food?

He slowly chewed the piece of breadfruit. Its taste, though not distinct, carried an indescribable familiarity.

Eric held the piece of fruit, with its brown-yellow rind and golden flesh, and observed it carefully. For a long time, he couldn’t figure out any clues.

"Why is this so much like the Ox-Head tribe’s dry rations? Elves eat this kind of food too? I thought it would be delicious."

After taking a bite, Michael grimaced, complaining with disgust.

A flash of inspiration struck!

Eric finally knew where that familiar feeling came from. He looked at the fruit flesh in his hand—wasn’t this just the taste of raw wheat!

No wonder it was called breadfruit. The Elves definitely used it to make bread. But they ate it raw. He wondered what it would taste like if it were roasted or cooked.

Eric carried several breadfruits back to the tent; the rest were left for the two adult Snow Wolves to transport. He was eager to experiment with different ways of preparing this magical fruit.

First, he simply roasted a small piece over the fire. After being roasted, the fruit gave off a faint fragrance.

Its taste was indeed very similar to bread. Eric tried it. The fruit flesh was no longer as hard as before, with a very firm texture, like a densely compressed piece of bread.

But it wasn’t sweet. The Elves probably ate it with other foods. Eric felt it wouldn’t be bad if spread with some fruit jam, or if they had milk, it could be soaked in milk and eaten.

If he had been the one to discover this, Eric would definitely have called it mantou fruit. It wasn’t sweet but had the aroma of flour—wasn’t that even more like mantou?

Nibbling on a few dry, tasteless pieces, Eric had an idea. He took out a small stone mill and tried grinding the breadfruit into powder.

The flour ground from the breadfruit didn’t need sifting. The golden fruit flour was fine and loose, without a single impurity. Apart from the color, everything else was exactly like wheat flour.

Funa must have thought the Beastmen had run all the way to the coast to find food because the tribe was in dire straits, starving. Otherwise, Beastmen would normally never eat sea creatures.

That’s why she gave Eric these filling breadfruits as a gift. It could be said that she had been very thoughtful.

Thinking of this, a warm smile unconsciously appeared on Eric’s lips.

At this time, the first batch of salt was finally finished boiling. Because another pot of seawater had been added halfway, the resulting salt layer was a bit thicker. Eric shoveled it into a large bamboo tube, accumulating it to refine into fine salt all at once.

Michael walked over, carrying a large pile of breadfruit, his face still sulky. One look and it was clear he had failed to get his revenge.

A glint of laughter flashed in his eyes. Eric tried hard to keep his face serious, not letting the other see his smile. Otherwise, Michael would definitely get angry, run into the sea to soak himself, and then come ashore to shake water all over him.

Eric discovered that they were becoming less andLess reserved in front of him, gradually revealing their true selves.