I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 299: There Are Many People Who Know How to Cook
Wait until the sorghum wine is successfully brewed; Eric planned to let the clansmen in the tribe taste it first, especially those newly arrived small beastmen.
Everyone drinking together, chatting, and then letting out all their emotions in a drunken stupor - relationships would become much closer.
It wasn’t for nothing that the culture of the drinking table existed for so long in his previous life; there was a reason for it all.
Seeing this, Sam, Jessica, and the others, who had planned to take time to go back and rest a bit, didn’t go home anymore.
Several people enthusiastically followed Eric down to the cellar to get sorghum. Last time Eric made sorghum wine, they weren’t there, and they had long been curious about how Eric made it.
Large pots were put on the stove to boil water. Jessica and Iris poured all the sorghum from the cloth bags into a sieve; the sorghum had to be sifted clean before it could be put into the pot to cook.
In the middle of it, Eric went home to get yeast.
The initial process wasn’t complicated, but the quantity needed was large. Dozens of jars of sorghum being cooked took a lot of time. If it were an ordinary person, they would have been exhausted long ago.
Today had really tired everyone out, Eric thought embarrassedly. Sam and the others, besides preparing lunch, made an extra meal. Now they had to brew wine with him, and later they had to prepare dinner. The time probably wouldn’t be enough.
"Sam, go find some people to help. Otherwise, the tribe’s dinner won’t get made later. So many people eating today, find a few more people who know how to cook to help."
Sam hurriedly agreed. His curiosity about brewing sorghum wine had vanished amidst the busyness. After hearing Eric’s words, he hurriedly ran out to find reinforcements.
Kevin had just finished eating and returned home when he was grabbed by Sam. Even Michael and Grass didn’t escape; all were dragged out by Sam.
In the tribe, the people good at cooking were mostly Dwarves. With so many additional beastmen for dinner today, the Dwarves probably couldn’t cope. Otherwise, they’d have to call dozens more Dwarves...
Hearing his distress, Michael laughed and said: "My mom can come help. My dad’s skills aren’t bad either."
Aunt Anna’s temper was famously hot. Sam involuntarily took a breath.
"What do you mean by that? I’m about to hit you!" Michael threatened with dissatisfaction. Although his mother was a bit difficult, having a friend say it out loud made his fist itch.
Sam couldn’t beat Michael, so he immediately grinned: "Of course there’s no problem. Aren’t I afraid of tiring Aunt Anna out!"
Grass witnessed the whole process from the side and rolled her eyes. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
"Khac and his sister Ly are both very talented at making food. Call those two as well; that’s enough people," Kevin said after propping his chin up to think for a moment.
When he had time, he would go find Sam. Occasionally, he would meet Khac leading Ly to help. The two siblings had timid personalities and worked very carefully. Now they could help chop vegetables.
Having decided, Michael went home to find his parents. Sam went to find Khac and Ly.
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On Eric’s side, more than half of the sorghum had been cooked. The entire dining hall was filled with heat radiating from the stove.
The dining hall was so hot that people couldn’t stay in it. All the windows were opened for ventilation.
Finally, they really couldn’t stand it. Seeing there was still a lot of uncooked sorghum, they simply abandoned the built-in stoves in the kitchen and set up several bonfires in the open space outside, placing pots on top.
To speed up, Eric even brought his own family’s large iron pot. A pure fragrance of grain wafted around the dining hall.
Not long after, Sam, having gone to call for reinforcements, led the people back.
From a distance, Eric saw Michael’s mother, Anna. He immediately did a carp kip-up from beside Max, whom he had been leaning on to rest earlier...
"Oh my, quite busy indeed." Anna walked over, looked around, and said faintly.
Max replied: "Today we have to use all the sorghum in the cellar to brew wine, and we also have to make extra rice for hundreds of beastmen, so there aren’t enough people."
Fortunately, the appetite of the small beastmen was only slightly larger than that of the Dwarves. If they all had the appetite of the Snow Wolves and Horned Goats, the dining hall would need at least five or six more chefs.
Originally, the tribe had over a hundred beastmen now, and Sam and the other three Snow Wolves making rice wasn’t easy.
Anna didn’t have a shred of goodwill toward the son of her sworn enemy. Originally, seeing him as her son’s friend, Anna was somewhat amiable toward him. Since Eric and Max got together, even that little bit of amiability was gone.
She gave a cold harrumph and ignored him.
Phong hurriedly said: "Brewing sorghum wine, huh? The wine Eric brews is all delicious. Brewing a lot is good too; I’ll help."
"Thank you, Uncle Phong and Aunt Anna, for coming to help. And Khac, Ly, you guys came too." Eric grinned and walked over.
Khac smiled shyly, holding his sister’s hand, and said timidly: "We come to the dining hall often lately, so we can help a little too."
The Horned Goat people were shocked to the core the first time they ate food cooked by Snow Wolves. Especially Khac, who later stopped worrying about the patriarch business and concentrated on leading his sister to the dining hall every day to help.
His close friend Tat originally wanted to go too, but Tat truly didn’t have a single bit of talent for cooking. He broke several bowls and was too embarrassed to come back later, preferring to go to the brick kiln every day to mold adobe bricks and pull brick carts.
It just so happened that Eric wanted to add a few people to the dining hall but hadn’t thought of whom to let come. After all, among beastmen, those truly good at cooking were the minority. Originally, he planned to call Aunt Iris, but luckily he hadn’t acted yet; otherwise, today’s scene would have been something to watch.
Many hands make light work. Besides the sorghum needing to cook slowly, the cooking ingredients were quickly chopped, just waiting for the last bit of sorghum to finish cooking before putting them in the pot.
Unexpectedly, Anna’s cooking wasn’t bad. It seemed the simple life of the Snow Wolves in the past had buried quite a few good chefs.
Eric was adding yeast to the cooled sorghum. Max held a long wooden stick, following behind to mix it evenly.
Once the sorghum was done, they started sealing the jars. Max skillfully found yellow mud and mixed it with water into a paste. Eric covered the jar mouths with layers of linen cloth, and Max sealed them tightly with mud.
Brewing like this for over a month, the sorghum wine could be distilled for the first time.
Last time Eric made sorghum wine, he tested it. Sorghum distilled once could undergo second and third fermentations. Any more than that, and it would lose its flavor.
But the taste of the wine definitely faded with each time. The first time was a bit harsh, the second time much smoother, and the third time the flavor was a bit light. The best was to blend all three times together; the flavor would be the finest, and the alcohol content wouldn’t be as high as the first distillation.
For Sunflower and the other Tiger warriors, being able to stay for a month was already a risk. They probably couldn’t wait for the second or third fermentation.
But perhaps the Tiger tribe liked strong liquor with high alcohol content; this wasn’t certain.
The large pottery jars filled with sorghum still had to be placed in the cellar to avoid direct sunlight. Waiting for the mud to dry a bit, everyone worked together to transport the jars into the dining hall’s cellar. It just so happened that using up the sorghum freed up quite a bit of space.
Anna and everyone else also started cooking. Every large pot was busy, emitting different fragrances.
They had just ground tofu this morning, leaving quite a bit of bean dregs. Iris added flour, minced meat, and other spices, frying them into individual bean dregs cakes.
