I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 384: The Head Chef’s Invitation

Returning home, Eric was surprised to see a familiar figure at the door. It was Tara, Old Jack’s apprentice whom he had met at the Halun merchant group that day.

Seeing Eric, he nervously and awkwardly rubbed his fingers: "Teacher wants to discuss culinary arts with you, so he asked me to come. Those beastmen said you were here. Sorry to intrude abruptly..."

Hearing a stream of apologies, Eric felt unbearably annoyed and raised his hand to stop him from speaking: "Stop, stop, it’s fine, no intrusion. But your teacher discussing culinary arts with me? That’s a bit strange."

It wasn’t just strange; it was ridiculous. How could Eric not know his own level? He only knew how to cook a few home-style dishes. His knife skills were only practiced a bit here to look nicer; before, his shredded potatoes looked like french fries.

The other party was a high-class chef whom Corbin had spent so much effort and humbled himself to invite. Although he didn’t know how chefs were ranked here, hearing "high-class chef," Eric thought of those he had seen on TV in his past life who could cut cabbage into peonies and carve carrots into phoenixes...

Wasn’t this just asking for humiliation?

Tara hurriedly said: "Your culinary skills are evident to everyone. Actually, that day Mage Phai mistook the aroma for food Teacher made, which was why he insisted Teacher make it."

So that was it! Black lines filled Eric’s forehead. It turned out that scene was partly his doing...

Hesitating for a while, he still decided to tell the truth: "It’s not modesty; I really only know how to make home-style dishes. Perhaps you don’t know the meaning of home-style dishes; you can understand them as ordinary dishes..."

Tara only thought he was refusing and pleaded earnestly: "Teacher said if you are willing to exchange, he will also bring out his precious recipes!"

Recipes... honestly, Eric was a bit tempted. That was something a high-class chef brought out. But thinking of his own level, he still planned to give up.

Arthur took the basin from his hands: "Why don’t you want to go? You are much more amazing than him."

Eric looked at his serious expression and couldn’t help but be dazed. Who? Him? What talent did he have?

But he was really curious about how high-class chefs here cooked. The pastry that day, if not too sweet, was delicious: "Alright, but I’ll say this first, don’t expect too much from me. I really only know how to make simple dishes."

Having accomplished the mission, Tara was overjoyed, not caring whether his words were true or modest: "Okay, okay, whatever you say."

Resigned, Eric had to accept the invitation.

He really had a future. He hadn’t even attended a New Oriental school, yet he received an official invitation from a high-class chef. From the attitudes of Corbin and Richard, Jack’s status was unquestionable.

"I’ll go with you too, to protect your safety." Arthur stepped out to follow the two.

Tara walked while flattering Eric:

"Your tribe is full of the smell of milk; surely you just made dessert. My teacher is especially good at making desserts. Even among level-five chefs, our teacher is the most formidable at making sweet dishes."

Sweet dishes...

Eric’s teeth ached. The taste was good, but he wasn’t used to it. One bite probably required a ton of insulin.

"Do people in your country like the sweet dishes your teacher makes very much?" He asked curiously.

Tara straightened his back, saying proudly: "That is natural. So many people want to eat them but can’t. The banquets, large and small, in the palace every year have desserts handled by Teacher. His Majesty the King and the other Princes all like them very much. Even Her Highness the Queen occasionally sends people to the Duke’s house to ask for desserts."

Liked that much... Eric secretly stuck out his tongue. People here had a bigger sweet tooth than he imagined. Besides appearance, their taste also leaned toward Westerners in his past life.

He would never forget the donut he ate while traveling; inside was a lethal amount of sugar. One bite and Eric almost fainted; since then, he never ate desserts abroad. They looked like fairytales, but the taste was truly toxic.

Northerners generally didn’t eat as sweetly as Southerners, and Eric was someone who even put salt in tomato scrambled eggs; he completely couldn’t understand those who added sugar. How could they swallow it?

"Then that’s amazing." Eric applauded sincerely. Both the maker and the eater, in a sense, were very tough.

"Thank you?" Tara always felt something was wrong.

In the Halun merchant group’s campsite, hearing that Tara went to invite the Hadu Clan Chief, Richard was very interested in this beastman who knew how to brew wine and make delicious food, so he stubbornly stayed in Jack’s tent and refused to leave.

When Eric arrived, Jack’s imposing scolding could be heard from inside the tent:

"If you don’t leave, don’t dream of eating food I cook in the future!"

"Oh my, just let me stay. Aren’t you guys going to discuss culinary arts? You can’t just talk without doing. The finished product will be just right for me to evaluate for you," Richard retorted glibly.

As a mercenary, apart from expensive equipment, the rest of Richard’s money was spent on various delicacies. Besides loving combat and cultivation, his biggest hobbies were fine wine and good food.

His constant cooperation with the Halun merchant group was also due to this aspect. Otherwise, despite the high pay, Richard didn’t lack such missions.

Being willing to lead the main force of the mercenary group to protect the Halun merchant group every year, at least half the credit lay with the meals provided by Corbin.

As for beauty, in his eyes, they were all obstacles hindering cultivation.

The mercenaries under him indulged in the arms of women whenever they had time, while he indulged in taverns and restaurants. Coupled with the most expensive equipment, his pockets were about to be emptied.

Unlike Richard who only cared about eating, Jack’s eyes lit up almost instantly:

"Can you teach me the dishes you mentioned? Whether you want my recipes, my dessert-making methods, or gold coins, it’s all fine."

Indeed, people who loved to eat were lucky. Eric didn’t expect that just because of his love for food, he would remember so many dishes. Besides satisfying cravings, they could also be exchanged for gold coins.

"No problem, it’s just that there is no suitable steamer here." Eric looked at the tent connected to Jack’s tent used as a kitchen. As expected, it was all frying pans. Even if there were deep pots, thinking about it, there wouldn’t be a steaming rack.

Having the information advantage, Eric was also moved by the conditions Jack offered, so he couldn’t just use tree branches to make do; gifting them a steamer set was fine too.

Unexpectedly, Eric was persuaded so easily. Jack was stunned at first, then overjoyed, the wrinkles on his face smoothed out by his happy mood. He laughed heartily a few times:

"Just say what you need. I’ll tell that brat Corbin to find it for you. If there isn’t one to your liking, I can find someone to forge it."

"Steaming is best done using a specialized steamer. Last time I just improvised; doing that frequently makes it easy to tip over into the water. Finding someone to forge it now certainly won’t be in time. My house has one." Saying this, Eric turned his head and signaled Arthur.

This guy was fast. Now that he had recovered a bit, his speed surpassed most Snow Wolf people; he was perfect for running errands.

...

Hadu Tribe, inside the dining hall.

"What is this, chewy yogurt? Cow’s milk can also make cake?"

Sam held a piece of chewy yogurt, exclaiming in surprise.

Manpower was scarce. Although a sign for a dairy product factory was hung, it was just due to Eric’s sudden whim to establish it temporarily. Human strength was limited, and the amount of chewy yogurt made really wasn’t much.

Now with a large population, sharing it meant each person only got a pitifully small piece, not even enough to fill the gap between their teeth.

Iris cherished breaking off a small piece to eat, planning to save the rest for Robin:

"Eric said there will be some every day from now on, considered as a snack or something."

Not knowing what a snack was, Sam heard he could eat it every day and happily took another small bite, smacking his lips:

"He can always make unexpected dishes. I was wondering why he bought so many cows from the humans. We can’t finish drinking the milk every day, and raising them for meat isn’t worth it."

Cows were different from chickens, ducks, and rabbits. They reproduced slowly and had a long gestation period. Raising them for meat wasn’t even worth the time spent finding fodder for them.

Anna, as usual, sarcastically said: "You think you’re him? Every day just thinking about eating."

"I know how to make many dishes too," Sam retorted in a whisper, shrinking his neck for fear of being hit.

At this moment, a figure walked into the kitchen door. looking closely, it turned out to be Arthur.

He looked left and right, hugged one of the dining hall’s mantou steamers, including the steaming rack and lid, held it to his chest, and turned to leave.

Just having finished distributing the chewy yogurt, everyone in the dining hall hadn’t left yet. Seeing him so blatant, they were all stunned watching.

Sam almost choked and hurriedly shouted: "What are you taking the pot for? We need to use it this afternoon!"

"Eric told me to come get it. The humans don’t have one." Arthur hid behind the massive steamer, not even a strand of hair showing; everyone could only hear his voice.

Iris remembered something then and realized:

"Right, someone came looking for Eric just now. Tang told me. He said the merchant group has a chef who wants to exchange recipes with Eric."

No wonder they needed a steamer. Sam’s doubts vanished, but an ominous feeling rose in his heart. In other words, Arthur and Eric had been together this whole time?

Oh no, he didn’t even care to eat the remaining piece of chewy yogurt anymore and wanted to chase after Arthur’s footsteps: "I’ll deliver it, I’ll deliver it!"

By the time he ran to the kitchen door, he only saw Arthur’s figure flash. Almost instantly, he was out the main gate. His steps followed a strange rhythm, and then he disappeared without a trace.

through the glass window of the dining hall, Sam could only see a large pot seemingly teleporting, flying away very fast, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Stunned on the spot, Sam muttered: "Strange, why is this guy’s speed so much faster than before..."

After the battle with the Elves attacking the tribe, Sam had a deep impression of Arthur’s speed, which rivaled Snow Wolf people. Why couldn’t he catch up now? Even if he had recovered the strength of a Great Swordsman, it was unreasonable.

There were many types of human professions. Sam didn’t know the details well, but the basics were clear.

Warriors were good at fighting but not fast. Assassins had agile footwork but weren’t as tanky as Arthur.

Moreover, Sam now suspected that if Grass returned to fight Arthur again, it wasn’t certain who would win or lose. This was a beastman’s intuition.

"Eric, oh Eric, you really know how to pick things up." He gave a bitter laugh.

Shoulders slumping dejectedly as he returned to the kitchen, Sam looked at his companions around him who didn’t notice anything unusual, feeling bitter in both his mouth and heart.