I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 140: The Snow Wolf’s Jealousy

Eric’s praise seemed to invigorate Michael; the movements of processing the Jin Bird in his hands sped up considerably, his face filled with unconcealable joy.

This appearance was exactly like a large dog being praised and petted by its owner. Eric couldn’t help but feel delighted.

The corn porridge simmering over low heat in the pottery pot was almost ready. It was just the right thickness, and the sweet aroma of corn was appetizing.

The Snow Wolves’ bowls were all too large. Eric found a rock the size of a fist, painstakingly carved out a small bowl, and then ladled a bowl of porridge from the pottery pot.

Patients should drink thinner [porridge] as it’s easier to digest. Eric deliberately waited for the porridge to settle and then ladled from the part with more water.

"Is this for the human?"

The bowl in the cub’s hand was too small. Max frowned slightly; it seemed it was prepared for the person lying in the tent.

Eric nodded, holding the bowl: "Just in time. Max, please help me sit him up a bit. I’ll feed him some corn porridge."

Eating

something would give him the strength to recover. Even if he was lying in bed in a coma, he couldn’t be left with an empty stomach.

If there was a hospital here, they could give the teenager some glucose to sustain him. Unfortunately, this world didn’t have such things. Eric could only force-feed him.

He had seen in movies before that people who fainted or were in a vegetative state could eat some thin porridge. He wanted to try it.

A flash of annoyance flickered in Max’s deep eyes, but his expression didn’t change at all:

"Let’s go."

The two lifted the tent flap and went inside. The teenager was, as expected, still lying unconscious on the thick fur mattress.

Max went first, knelt on one knee, reached out one hand to support the teenager’s head rather... casually, then looked up and said: "Alright, feed him."

Looking at the teenager’s upper body, which was completely suspended, Eric fell silent.

Thinking about Max’s less-than-happy attitude when they first picked up the teenager, the fact that he was willing to come in here and feed him with Eric was already very good.

Eric was sensible enough not to ask him to put the teenager in a more comfortable position.

He found a piece of animal hide, rolled it up, and tucked it under the teenager’s back. This way, it looked at least a little more comfortable.

He scooped a small spoonful of thin porridge and slowly fed it into the teenager’s mouth. Fortunately, he hadn’t reached the point where he couldn’t swallow. It seemed he could probably be kept alive.

Eric fed him a small bowl of thin porridge, bit by bit. During this time, he couldn’t help but steal a few more glances at the person’s weak yet still exquisite and delicate face.

Max’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He silently pulled the animal hide out from under the teenager. When he laid the person’s head back down, he didn’t deliberately soften the movement. Fortunately, the thick fur mattress underneath muffled any loud sound.

Noticing that Max was a bit angry, although he didn’t know why, Eric smartly took the bowl and slipped straight out of the tent.

The teenager was able to eat, which relieved Eric’s heart quite a bit.

...

There was still more than half a pot of seawater in the iron wok. Eric gave it a stir and then paid no more attention.

The salt-boiling process was boring and monotonous. Eric could only prop his chin up and think about the menu for dinner.

Michael had already plucked the feathers cleanly and had thoughtfully collected the down for him. At this moment, he was gutting it.

"Michael, don’t throw away the innards. Leave them for us to stew!"

Such a big Jin Bird, its innards wouldn’t be small. It would be too wasteful to throw them away.

Eric thought of the delicious duck gizzards and various poultry offal he had eaten in his previous life and quickly shouted.

Michael’s hand paused for a moment: 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Chim’s innards are edible too? Then I’ll go dig some more ice to wash them clean later. Speaking of innards, it’s been a long time since I’ve eaten my fill since winter started."

Thinking of fragrant fried liver, richly flavored sautéed intestines, and various innards stewed in fragrant broths, Michael involuntarily swallowed. He was really craving it.

Fewer prey were hunted in winter, so fresh innards were naturally scarcer. During the harvest season, to store a lot of dried meat for winter, the tribe’s canteen mainly consumed the various hard-to-preserve innards.

The few head cooks, taught by Eric, changed the way they prepared the offal dishes every day, feeding the tribesmen until their bellies were full.

Eric was originally worried that everyone wouldn’t be able to stand eating innards every day. Unexpectedly, not only did no one get tired of it, but when winter came and innards became scarce, he would occasionally hear people in the tribe reminiscing about the offal dishes.

Only then did he suddenly remember that this was a primitive beastman tribe. The tribesmen here weren’t the compatriots from his previous life who had eaten all kinds of delicacies and developed picky palates.

The Dwarves were better off. The Snow Wolves used to eat bland boiled meat and burnt barbecue without batting an eye. Every winter, they would even chew directly on unhusked rations.

"Then today we’ll have a feast of innards!" Eric raised both hands and said happily.

Michael also cheered and hurried off to the nearby freshwater lake to dig for ice.

Washing innards required a lot of water. The ice Max had dug was only enough for their daily use; it wasn’t enough to wash such a large set of innards.

But poultry innards were relatively clean and easier to wash. Moreover, during the harvest season, many prey were hunted, and there were many innards to wash. Occasionally, Michael and the others would help Sam and his team, so this set of innards was left for Michael to wash.

Because he missed the offal dishes so much, Michael ran off very quickly, leaving only the plucked and gutted Jin Bird.

Its size was too large. Eric, holding a kitchen knife, looked tiny in front of it.

"Let me cut it up." Max’s magnetic voice came.

Is he in a good mood again?

Eric sneakily tilted his head to observe Max’s expression. Sure enough, the gloomy look from when they were in the tent was gone.

Max’s sharp claws were even sharper than his kitchen knife. Cutting up a large bird was a matter of moments.

Pieces of meat fell down. Eric’s eyes lit up. He aimed right at the falling wing pieces, hurried over to catch them all, and set them aside.

He didn’t know what tier magic beast this was, but the meat quality looked really good. The skin, after being plucked, was a glistening golden yellow, looking very fatty.

The two wings of this large bird were a circle larger than the Silver-Winged Tiger’s. Max had already cut them into bite-sized pieces.

Previously, the Snow Wolves were used to roasting whole animals. This habit of cutting them into pieces was learned from Eric.

Eric placed the pieces of meat needed for dinner next to the tent, then took out a few potatoes from his bundle.

These were all enthusiastically brought over by the Ox-Head tribe. He had stir-fried shredded potatoes twice at the Red Grass tribe, and he brought all the rest with him when they left.

Besides the rations, Eric brought all the other vegetables the Ox-Head tribe had given them.

The task of peeling the potatoes was, as usual, left to Max. The peeled potatoes were cut into finger-thick strips.

The seawater in the iron wok had boiled dry. He scooped the coarse salt into a bamboo tube.

Without vegetable oil, animal fat could also be used for frying. He added more than half a pot of animal fat to the wok.

The size of this pot, combined with the white chunks of animal fat, made Eric feel exactly like a street food vendor in one of those Thai street hot pot videos...

First, he briefly fried the wing pieces in the oil, then added the potato strips.

This step was very similar to frying french fries, only Eric didn’t coat them in flour.

The crispy fried potatoes were taken out and spread on the bottom of the pottery pot. He then tore up two large cabbages and spread them on top, then placed the fried wing pieces on the very top.

Eric mixed a bowl of rich sauce and poured it in, added water, covered the lid, and started to stew.

After the wings had stewed for a while, he added the abalones to the pot, finally covered the lid again, and simmered over low heat to let the flavors soak in.

The umami of the abalones and the rich flavor of the pre-fried wings blended together, and the rich sauce was the perfect catalyst.

The belly meat of this large bird was also very fatty, perfect for braising.