I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 223: Not Much Hatred

Sunflower took a sip of the sweet wine, his face full of satisfaction.

Eric wanted to laugh seeing his expression. Who told this mighty male beastman to have the same name as the cute little girl Flower? Moreover, a male Tiger tribe beastman, and a fierce warrior at that, being named Sunflower - it was really hard to handle.

With Thomas here and Luban tagging along, Eric went through the cellar door of the cafeteria down to the basement and carried up some wheat flour and rice.

"You are the patriarch, and a cub at that. Why are you doing this yourself?"

The Leopard warrior Adan had entered the kitchen at some point. With a look of disapproval, he spoke to Eric, who was carrying flour out of the cellar door. He reached out and easily lifted the flour and rice, placing them on the ground.

Eric was very touched by his enthusiasm:

"The patriarch must also work with everyone. Otherwise, how can I understand everyone’s life? Besides, I don’t come here to cook every day."

Tan, outside the door, heard these words, and his expression became thoughtful.

Sunflower looked at Thomas in surprise and asked: "Your little patriarch knows how to cook too? Looking at how weak his body is, don’t let him get too tired."

Thomas smiled. Wasn’t Eric’s poor health caused by that great battle... but this couldn’t be said aloud.

"Don’t look at him as frail; he knows how to do a lot. Our patriarch is the best cook in the tribe. Now the meals in the cafeteria are all taught by him."

Tan and Sunflower nodded, but in their hearts, they didn’t think so. They were all beastmen; who didn’t know the cooking level of beastmen? Even after the kingdom was established and they adopted many methods from humans, their cooking skills had only just begun to increase.

Thinking of the days before when there was only boiled meat besides roasted meat, their teeth ached a bit. The ’best cooking skills’ this Snow Wolf mentioned - it wasn’t just the level of roasting meat without burning it, was it?

Eric didn’t know what he was thinking. He was still busy in the kitchen. Adan of the Leopard tribe didn’t know what to do; instead of drinking with the people outside, he stayed here to roll up his sleeves and help. Whatever Eric picked up, he would lend a hand with a look of disapproval.

But as soon as he helped, Adan discovered that this young patriarch was not just all talk. His movements looked very professional, at least better than Adan himself, who only knew how to roast meat until it was black.

"This is unpolished rice? You guys cleaned it really well." Adan held a grain of rice in his hand and said in surprise.

In the other world, due to backward productivity and tools, the rice eaten was rarely polished clean of husks. Only nobles wouldn’t mind the trouble and ate fine rice and white flour. Most people ate brown rice, and flour wasn’t fine either. Beastmen had just learned these things from humans, so naturally, they couldn’t be better at it.

It was precisely because of such an environment that Eric, who only knew home-style cooking, had become like a god of the kitchen after arriving here.

Eric had intended to prepare the ingredients and wait for Max to bring people back to cook together. Without help, cooking for these beastmen would genuinely make him very tired, and Thomas still had to entertain them with conversation.

Now with Adan from the Leopard tribe helping, he decided to start straight away. The main dish needed more time, so starting beforehand was just right.

There was rice flour in the house that Balu had ground when he was here, but Eric was too lazy to go back and get it. Since there was someone here who could be ordered around, he planned to grind it on the spot.

The tribe’s kitchen space was very large. Originally, several stone mills were placed inside to grind tofu. A few days ago, with all the fuss of grinding wheat flour and husking things, and with many people around, the space seemed small, so everyone moved them outside to use. Eric was also too lazy to bring them in and decided to go out to grind.

Adan was curious again and couldn’t bear to watch the cub busy, so he volunteered to carry the rice and went out with Eric to grind rice flour.

Sunflower was originally engrossed in drinking. This rice wine was no inferior to the most expensive wine of humans; it didn’t have a sour or astringent taste, nor did it have miscellaneous impurities. Occasionally eating a grain of rice was also sweet.

His eyes caught sight of Adan carrying rice out. The curiosity in his feline genes flared up, and he couldn’t help putting down the wine bowl and following them out.

Choosing a slightly larger stone mill, Eric demonstrated grinding a little himself first, then handed the rest over to Adan.

It wasn’t that he intentionally forced the guest to work or was taking revenge on the beastmen of the Golden Kingdom; it was entirely because Adan himself had eyes full of curiosity. Grinding rice flour was not difficult for him, and with the thought that it would be a waste not to use him, Eric assigned this glorious task to him.

He wasn’t the original owner after all. Some might feel he was cold-blooded for saying so.

Eric’s prejudice against the Elf tribe and the Golden Kingdom wasn’t as deep as the other tribesmen because he only had the original owner’s memories, not the original owner’s feelings. He had lived Eric’s life in modern times.

Living with the Snow Wolves for so long, they cared for Eric immensely, and Eric gradually developed feelings for this place, favoring the tribesmen in his heart. The hostility towards the Golden Kingdom and the Elf tribe also stemmed from this, but to say how deep it was - it really wasn’t.

Eric felt he had no obligation to inherit the original owner’s blood feud. His main goal now was to lead the tribesmen to live well, not to live in hatred forever.

He was mainly vigilant towards other tribes. Both powers were now stable and beginning to have intentions of expanding their territories; Eric was more worried about this aspect.

"Unpolished rice can also be ground into flour to eat? I’ve only eaten bread made from wheat like that."

Sunflower squatted by the stone mill, watching the snow-white rice flour cascading into the bag. He smacked his lips, thinking of the taste of bread.

"Black bread isn’t tasty, but white bread is delicious. It’s a pity not many beastmen know how to make it..."

"White bread, huh? Indeed, fragrant and sweet." Eric thought of Julia’s garlic butter bread, and his saliva was about to flow.

"But the steamed rice cake I’m making today is also very delicious." Shaking his head, Eric threw the image of bread in his mind away and clenched his fist to encourage himself.

Sunflower couldn’t help laughing. Even though the cub was the patriarch, he was still a cub.

"Eric, what good food are you making? I smell it." Sam ran excitedly in this direction, with Max, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, beside him.

Only when he saw the two beastmen of the Tiger and Leopard tribes did Sam’s voice stop. A look of disgust involuntarily flashed in his eyes, but he had clearly been instructed by Max on the way, so he stood silently beside Eric without saying anything.

This was the common attitude of beastmen towards the Golden Kingdom, so Sunflower and Adan had a particularly favorable impression of Eric.

They ignored Sam. Sunflower skillfully tied the full bag of rice flour tight and placed an empty bag underneath: "What is steamed rice cake? Is it like bread?"

Eric smiled and nodded: "Steamed rice cake is also very soft and fluffy. Adding sugar makes it sweet too, but it has the taste of rice, which is a bit different from bread."

Cuisine knows no borders. The beastmen present all felt a bit hungry hearing this description.