I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 267: Fish Soup

Seeing there were no urgent tasks around, Eric told them to go help gut the fish.

The cabbage rolls were very simple, and the remaining work didn’t require many people.

Jessica had a steady personality; she told the restless Aly to take Iris and other Dwarves to help, while she stayed behind to make the cabbage rolls with Eric.

The steamed potatoes were put into a basin, and Jessica used a wooden stick to mash them into potato puree.

The pot was now free, perfect for steaming rice. The Hadu tribe had plenty of food now, and Eric finally got his wish to eat various staple foods; white rice was also his favorite.

Once these were prepared, Eric broke off cabbage leaves, washing them one by one in water.

At this moment, Aly, Tang, and the others walked in carrying cleaned fish, river shrimp, and over a dozen river mussels as big as grindstones.

Eric walked over carrying his cleaver and couldn’t help but drop his jaw in surprise: "Whoa, truly fat!"

Compared to these large fish, the cleaver in his hand was pitifully small. Using it to cut this fish would take forever...

Seeing Eric’s eyes darting between the fish and the cleaver, Tang laughed loudly and extended his sharp claws: "Alright, let me do it! Eric, take your small knife and stand further away."

Eric touched his nose gloomily and took the cleaver away, letting Tang divide the fish while he went to devein the shrimp.

Frozen sea fish brought from the coast naturally smelled less fishy than river fish, but the freshness of the meat couldn’t compare to river seafood.

Like the river shrimp in his hand; the meat was firm and rich, suitable even for eating raw as sash.

However, parasites in river seafood were also very scary, and Eric didn’t like eating raw food, so he extinguished this thought.

He remembered the lobsters caught when refining salt; the meat was delicious when fresh. It was a pity the journey was long, but having river shrimp to eat was good enough.

"Right, slice this fish into thin fillets. Cut the others into chunks. I want to use the thin fish fillets to make pickled vegetable fish soup."

Eric turned his head and said to Tang. Naturally, pickled vegetable fish soup tasted best with thin fillets that absorbed the flavor; using chunks felt wrong.

Tang frowned in difficulty: "Eric, the fish meat is so soft, yet you want me to slice it thin? I’m afraid I’ll chop it into minced meat."

Eric slapped his forehead. He was used to ordering Max and Michael around and forgot that not every Snow Wolf could control their strength so precisely.

"Then leave this fish for Max to slice when he comes back."

Tang carried the fat, black fish, several meters long, to the side and sliced the other fish into chunks as Eric requested, muttering a complaint:

"Only you dare to order Max to do these trivial things."

It wasn’t that Max was fierce, but he had been more mature than his peers since childhood and wasn’t like other straightforward Snow Wolves. Thus, the Snow Wolves in the tribe had an innate awe and distance towards Max. Perhaps it was the intuition of single-celled organisms.

Standing so close, Eric naturally heard it, and his ears couldn’t help but turn red.

Hmph, Max was his mate now anyway; wasn’t it obvious to order him to work?

It seemed... even before becoming mates, Eric had ordered Max to do this and that quite a few times...

After deveining the fresh shrimp, Eric peeled a few, revealing the tender shrimp meat.

The tribe made a lot of tofu every few days. Recently, the weather improved, so it couldn’t be frozen for preservation, and the amount made in the cafeteria decreased, basically made fresh to eat.

Coincidentally, tofu was made today. As soon as Eric entered the cafeteria, he smelled the strong aroma of tofu, which prompted him to make tofu fish soup.

This dish was different from the fish head tofu soup Eric used to make. For this soup, the fish had to be fried golden on both sides first, then boiling water was added to stew it until the fish meat melted into the soup, after which a strainer was used to fish out all the residue.

The surrounding beastmen watched Eric like he was performing magic. He put a large fish into the pot, but in the end, only a pot of milky white soup and a pile of fish bones remained, with hardly any meat left. Everyone’s eyes went wide with surprise.

Under everyone’s gaze, Eric added tofu cut into small pieces and shrimp meat into the fish soup. The soup was delicious enough, so for seasoning, he only added salt and a little pepper.

To make the soup look better, he sprinkled green onions on top, immediately adding a lot of color: red shrimp, white tofu, and green onions, looking very appetizing.

Pickled vegetable fish soup usually used pickled mustard greens. Eric hadn’t found that type yet, so he had to use the sauerkraut from the cafeteria’s cellar as a substitute.

He washed the sauerkraut and put it in a basin, ready for use.

The method for braised fish in a clay pot was quite simple, and Jessica could do it too. While Eric was preparing ingredients, she was already braising fish in the clay pots.

Thinking that there were Horned Goat people in the tribe, Eric worried they wouldn’t be used to eating river seafood, so he fried a pan of thick potato strips.

Having not trained for a long time due to land clearing, Max led the warriors for a rigorous training session before returning to the tribe.

Sam, having been unwilling when going out, was made an example of and trained the longest. He was walking back grimacing, complaining unhappily:

"I still have to go back to the cafeteria to cook. Look what time it is; the sun has set over there."

Max gave him a cold glance, and Sam resentfully shut his mouth.

"As warriors, only frequent fighting can improve strength. Being lazy like this, be careful you don’t turn into a porcupine."

Grass walked past expressionlessly. There was no mockery on her face, but every word she spoke pierced the heart. Yet, Sam didn’t dare to retort.

"Hehe, porcupine, hahaha!" Kevin held his belly and laughed loudly, running ahead after mocking him.

Sam didn’t dare refute Grass. With a belly full of anger and nowhere to vent, he sped up, preparing to catch up with Kevin and give him a beating.

After a session of training, Michael felt his body, tired from months of land clearing, stretch out. He walked leisurely.

Suddenly, the smell of food wafted from the front of the tribe. He looked up, sniffing along the scent, and said happily to the other warriors:

"They definitely made fish today; I smell it!"

A group of warriors immediately looked up. Hearing there was fish, their spirits lifted, and they sniffed the air frantically.

Max felt helpless about his tribesmen. He sped up back to the tribe, sniffing the scent in the air without leaving a trace. He knew just by the smell that it was Eric’s cooking.

Thinking of this, an extra sense of urgency appeared in his eyes.