I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 237: The Glutton Comes Again

Eric found a pair of long chopsticks and slowly fished the glass noodles out, placing each small bundle onto a wooden board.

This way, after drying, they would become the type of glass noodles commonly seen in supermarkets in his previous life.

Not only were they convenient to carry, but as long as they were kept in a dry environment, glass noodles could be preserved for a very long time.

The method for making potato noodles was similar to mung bean glass noodles, except that in Eric’s hometown, the elderly used alum to make potato noodles.

Potato starch with a little alum added would be kneaded into a smooth dough that wasn’t too soft or too hard. If one wanted to eat thin noodles, they would use a press mold; if they wanted block shapes, they would roll it out thin and slice it.

Eric liked the stir-fried noodles his grandmother made the most.

Unfortunately, there was no alum here, so Eric had to use egg whites to knead the dough.

Besides this method, Eric also used potato starch to mix a basin of thick paste, switched to a perforated spoon with larger holes, and together with Michael, made potato noodles just like before.

Noodles made this way would break more easily when cooked again and weren’t as chewy as noodles made with alum.

Potato noodles made with egg whites were very chewy, but Eric didn’t want to use that many egg whites. The yolks had to be eaten separately, which was too troublesome.

So, they made more noodles from the paste mixture. Also placing them bundle by bundle on the wooden board, apart from the portion to eat immediately, the rest were left to dry to be cooked directly whenever they wanted to eat.

Since there was Thunder Fire Beast meat, Eric cut a piece and minced it, frying it in a pot into fragrant minced meat.

He prepared a large bowl for himself and Michael each. At the bottom of the bowl, he put a little lard, chopped green onions, minced garlic, chili oil, and rice vinegar.

The cooked noodles were fished into the bowls one by one. On top, he ladled the noodle boiling water and covered it with a heaping layer of minced meat. The premium version of spicy and sour glass noodles was finally complete.

Eric and Michael each hugged a bowl of spicy and sour noodles and sat at the table, ignoring conversation. The room was filled with slurping sounds.

Eating until their faces were flushed red, coupled with boiling noodles all afternoon, the house was also steaming hot. In the middle of winter, both of them were sweating.

Michael’s speed was even faster. After finishing the noodles, he even drank all the broth in the bowl. Only then did he wipe his mouth and sigh with satisfaction:

"It’s just too little. It needs a whole ceramic jar to be enough..."

Who eats spicy and sour noodles by the jar? Eric still had noodles in his mouth, feeling both annoyed and amused.

Thinking that he himself would eat this much in the future, Eric decided that next year he must reclaim more land.

This one bowl was truly not enough to fill the gaps between a beastman’s teeth. Right now, even Eric didn’t find one bowl enough, and this was with the beastman bowls being nearly as big as basins.

Eating directly from a large ceramic jar wasn’t convenient. Since the cooked noodles were sitting there anyway, Eric found a larger basin and filled it up for Michael. If it wasn’t enough, he could add more himself; the seasonings were simple anyway.

Eric added another bowl for himself, which was sufficient; he didn’t need a basin.

He didn’t know if the Ox-Head tribe had green beans. Balu said that when the weather was good, the Red Grass tribe had even more types of vegetables. When the time came, Eric would definitely make time to go and see if there were any new vegetables he liked to eat.

Spicy and sour noodles would be even more flavorful with pickled cucumbers and pickled radishes added. Having eaten spicy and sour noodles with richer flavors, Eric felt that the dish he made today was still a bit regrettable.

Fortunately, this was also a new type of food that could be preserved for a long time for the tribe. The taste wasn’t bad either.

A gust of wind swept past. Eric hugged his bowl and looked out the door in surprise. He saw a figure sneaking around at the courtyard gate.

Michael, who was bowing his head slurping noodles, followed Eric’s gaze and looked out, frowning involuntarily: "It’s that glutton. Why did he run to your house?"

Eric shook his head and said in confusion: "I don’t know."

He was about to go out and ask when he saw Arthur sticking his head out from the main gate and meeting his gaze. As if encouraged, he looked in other directions, and only then walked in with peace of mind.

"Arthur, why did you come here? I told you not to come this way if you have nothing to do." Eric said helplessly. Luckily, Evan hadn’t returned yet; otherwise, encountering him would be a troublesome mess.

Arthur scratched his messy bun of black hair. Hearing this, a hint of grievance appeared on his beautiful face, and he squatted on the ground: "I smelled something very fragrant and followed the scent here."

Fine, this was indeed the expected reason. Eric fell silent, looking at the young man squatting on the ground like a mushroom. He had no choice but to go into the house and ladle a basin of spicy and sour glass noodles for him.

"Alright, come in and eat. But I have to say this first: after eating, you must go back immediately. Otherwise, Evan will come later."

Arthur’s jet-black, moist eyes, like those of a puppy, instantly curved upwards. He happily stood up, ran into the house, and sat down at the table. As if he didn’t see Michael, his eyes only held that basin of fragrant food. He looked at Eric longingly and spoke:

"Can I eat now?"

Eric felt extremely amused: "Go ahead, eat quickly. If it’s not enough, there’s more."

Given permission, Arthur immediately buried his head in the basin. Not knowing how to use chopsticks to pick up noodles, he used the chopsticks to shovel the noodles into his mouth, devouring the whole basin of spicy and sour noodles like wind sweeping away clouds.

Michael had originally intended to eat another basin, but seeing this, he decided not to rush for more noodles. First, he looked at Arthur eating with a gaze one would use for a magical beast: "No matter how many times I watch, I still can’t believe it. Humans actually have such a big eater..."

"Max said this might be because his warrior rank is high. He needs to eat a large amount of food every day to meet his body’s needs." Eric said, resting his chin on his hand watching the man eat.

He always felt that Arthur eating was even more appealing than a mukbang. Originally, he was full just now, but looking at it made him a bit hungry again.

Fortunately, the two of them had made a lot just now. Both mung bean glass noodles and potato noodles were foods that could be kept for a long time, and there were many ways to eat them. Coupled with the support of Eric’s magic, they had indeed made quite a bit.

The remaining mung bean glass noodles and potato noodles, Eric waited for them to dry and collected them, putting them aside in a bag. He called Uncle Thomas and Joseph, along with the dining hall staff, and used these two ingredients at the dining hall to make a few dishes for them to taste.

Fragrant stir-fried potato noodles, thinly sliced pork stewed with cabbage and mung bean glass noodles, and vegetable soup with meatballs and glass noodles, eaten with large hot bread - everyone ate comfortably.

Since food became plentiful, the dining hall also started making large amounts of staple food following Eric’s suggestion. The beastmen and Dwarves working in the dining hall had learned several dishes like pate bread, steamed buns, and rice.

The Horned Goat people and the Dwarves naturally accepted it very well. Asking them to eat mainly meat every day, especially the smelly dried meat of winter, would be the death of them.

But the Snow Wolves were used to eating meat as their staple; these dishes were truly delicious.

Gradually, they also got used to eating a lot of staple food, with dried meat and vegetables as sides.