I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 154: Meat Sandwiches

The sight of a group of children eating heartily earlier had already made the older Dwarves crave the food. Now that they were tasting it themselves, they praised it even more endlessly.

"This flavor is fiery hot, but it’s so satisfying! The more I eat, the more I want!"

A Dwarf man’s eyes were red from the spiciness, his hand wiping his nose as he sniffled continuously, but his mouth didn’t stop skewering meat and putting it in. His wife, standing beside him with a look of disgust, slapped his hand soundly.

"Get away from the plate a bit, you look so dirty. Hey, beast child, how can you make these dried chilies taste even better than the meat? They’re both fragrant and crispy!"

Women in this world seemed to have a naturally better tolerance for spicy food. This Dwarf woman even ignored the pieces of meat, focusing only on picking up the crispy fried dried chili pieces, crunching on them.

If there were some roasted sesame seeds and lemongrass, it would be even more amazing, Eric thought with a twinge of regret. Tiny white sesame seeds, golden lemongrass strands, and red chilies mixed in with the fragrant meat—that flavor was truly beyond dispute.

Eric broke off a hot loaf of bread, skillfully stuffed meat inside, and ate with relish just like eating a modern meat sandwich, his cheeks puffed up amusingly.

The soft, fluffy bread paired with the savory meat filling elevated the flavor to a new level. He decided he had to make chili sauce when he got back. Eating a meat sandwich without chili sauce just ruined the taste.

"Young Eric really knows how to eat!"

Michael’s sharp eyes noticed his action and he quickly copied him, stuffing one into his mouth. His eyes immediately lit up, and he exclaimed with sincere admiration.

Eric smiled smugly, then made another one for Evan, who was staring at his "homemade sandwich" with curious eyes.

"If you want to eat, just eat. Why does your image matter so much? No one here cares about that stuff anyway."

Eric finished making one and handed it to him, his mouth grumbling about the stuffy conventions of the nobility.

Evan took it, hesitating for a moment. In the end, he still couldn’t resist the allure radiating from the bread, trying his best to maintain the most elegant posture possible as he took a bite.

Eric was pleasantly watching him eat when he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He turned his head and, sure enough, Max was staring at him with a very unhappy expression.

"Here, here, this one’s for Max!"

Eric yelped, and quickly and deftly made one for him.

Only then did Max’s expression soften.

Eric silently felt that although Max looked very mature and reliable, after spending time with him, he discovered that Max also had his childish moments.

Just like the young girls in his previous life who were always talking about best friends, after considering him a good friend and a younger brother, Max would look unhappy whenever he acted a little too friendly with someone else. Thinking about it, it was actually quite cute.

More bread came out of the oven. Aiden and his wife approached slowly, carrying their young daughter.

Their daughter, little An, was now awake. Thanks to the timely treatment, she had finally regained some spirit. Her big, round eyes glistened with moisture, and her naturally curly brown hair made her look as adorable as a little porcelain doll.

Only the long scar running across her forehead looked extremely out of place. Eric couldn’t help but curse the dead one-eyed bear again. How could it bear to harm such an adorable little girl? It truly deserved to die! Later, he would definitely roast its paws to avenge her!

Among the Dwarves, whether male or female, most had straightforward, rustic features. Little girls as pretty as dolls like this were indeed rare. As soon as An appeared, many adult Dwarves surrounded her, looking at the scar on her head with pity, and then joined in cursing the one-eyed bear.

Young Ky trotted over and offered the bread in his hand to An:

"Little An, eat this bread, your wound will heal faster."

Who knew this mischievous brat was actually such a warm-hearted boy. Eric smiled, went into Julia’s house to find a small bowl, and ladled a bowl of oysters in garlic sauce from the clay pot for An.

"That other dish is very spicy, but this one is fine for children. Have a taste."

Eric coaxed gently, then handed the bowl to An’s mother.

"So yummy! Mister, yummy!"

An was still young and her speech was still lisping. She used her short, fair fingers to point at the small bowl, her sweet, milky voice speaking in broken syllables.

"It’s not the mister who’s yummy, it’s the food that’s yummy."

Her mother chuckled, picked up a small wooden spoon, and slowly fed her daughter.

"Children can easily catch a cold eating outdoors, you should hurry inside to eat."

A cold gust of wind suddenly blew by. Eric quickly advised, afraid the little girl would get chilled again. Moreover, there were quite a few children outside; if they ate outdoors in this weather and got a cold wind in their bellies, what would they do? There was no doctor here.

The robust body and somewhat rough nerves of the Snow Wolf had influenced Eric. Only now did he think of these things, and he couldn’t help feeling a bit regretful.

Aiden looked at Eric with a gentle expression:

"It’s alright. We Dwarves may not compare to you, but we aren’t as fragile as humans. As long as we don’t stay outside for too long, it’s fine."

"That’s good then. You should all try this dish too, it’s oysters in garlic sauce."

Eric breathed a sigh of relief, pointing to the clay pot and telling everyone.

"Garlic can be seasoned into such a delicious dish? We usually just eat it raw or fry it, but our breath stinks afterward."

A Dwarf woman also got a bowl from Julia’s house, ladled some for herself to taste first, and then exclaimed in surprise. She took a bite of an oyster:

"What kind of meat is this? It’s so soft, it melts without even chewing!"

Little An was also fed a piece of oyster by her mother. The food was so fragrant that the little girl waved her hands, saying to her mother:

"Yummy, yummy! So good! Mommy, you eat."

Aiden, standing nearby, looked jealous and gently pinched his daughter’s small hand:

"Why not let Daddy eat?"

An’s big round eyes darted around, and she slyly changed her words:

"Daddy, eat."

Everyone couldn’t help but burst into laughter, the atmosphere growing even warmer.

The other Dwarves also trickled back to their homes to get bowls. Seeing others eating with such enjoyment, they also wanted to have a taste. Although the clay pot was large, with so many people, each person only got a small bowl.

But everyone was very satisfied. They had never eaten oyster meat before, and it was surprisingly soft and smooth, sliding down their throats after just a few bites. The children loved this dish even more.

Even the layer of cabbage underneath had absorbed the sweet, clear flavor and was picked clean, not a single stalk left. With each person having a small bowl, it was all eaten up in no time.

However, Max and Michael had rather strange expressions. Neither of them touched a single piece of oyster, giving their portions to the Dwarf children.

The Dwarves, not knowing the situation, were very grateful, praising the noble guests for their kindness. The only one who knew the truth was Eric, who secretly pressed his lips together to hide a smile.

As for Julia’s toasted bread, the Dwarves all had an unspoken agreement not to touch it, saving it all for the honored guests. Only the children ate a little, and that was because Eric had actively shared it with them.

Afraid that their momentary greed would leave the guests without enough to eat, the Dwarves each only tasted one piece of the remaining spicy stir-fried meat and resolutely refused to eat more. They even enthusiastically brought out their own families’ baked cakes and hot porridge to offer the guests.

The two adult Snow Wolves had run for more than half a day in their beast forms, and Max had just gone through a fierce battle, consuming a great deal of energy. After finishing their meal, the two of them roasted an additional bear paw.

Eric also curiously tasted the bear paw.

In his previous life, bear paw was once ranked at the top of the gourmet food list. Later, it was regulated by law, and no one dared to eat it openly anymore, but its flavor was still extolled by many.

Now he could finally eat bear paw without breaking the law. The taste was indeed not bad, rich but not greasy. Unfortunately, he was already stuffed, and his stomach truly couldn’t hold anymore.

The Dwarves all watched the two of them eat with eyes full of admiration.

A single meal for them was enough to feed dozens of Dwarves. They were truly worthy of being a powerful warrior race.