I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 386: Showing Off Steaming Skills

Thanks to this Snow Wolf body, ever since transmigrating, Eric always felt the meatballs he made tasted much better. The hand strength of a beastman was powerful; every slam of the meat against the bowl created dull thuds, helping the meat texture become tightly bound and possess excellent elasticity.

Skillfully shaping a small meatball, he stirred the par-steamed glutinous rice that wasn’t too sticky yet, then rolled the meatball over it once, coating it with a layer of glutinous rice, and arranged it on a plate. The white meatballs looked like pearls lined up evenly, appearing extremely eye-catching.

Accustomed to cooking for many people, Eric habitually prepared a very large amount of food. Fortunately, the steamer used belonged to the mess hall, so its volume was also large. The things he made looked like a lot, but placed on the steaming rack, they were insignificant. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Ribs and sliced meat that had been marinated for a while were coated layer by layer with seasoned rice powder and also put into the steamer. The rich fragrance of various spices began to spread through the spacious kitchen, blending with the smell of warm steam rising up.

He also saved a little minced meat, found two small clay pots, lined the bottom with minced meat, cracked an egg into each, poured water in, covered the lids, and placed them on the steaming rack together.

This was a soup dish he learned later, called clay pot stew soup. Tasting it once made it impossible to stop. It looked like no spices were added, but steamed this way, the broth would be very clear and sweet. The heat from the boiling water below would slowly permeate through the clay pot layer, extracting all the purest essence from the meat and eggs.

Some people would add a few mushrooms; Eric’s stock of dried mushrooms had long been eaten up, so he didn’t put any in.

This season wasn’t suitable for picking mushrooms yet; delicious mushrooms in the forest usually had to wait until late summer or early autumn after the rain to grow plump. This shortage of ingredients made Eric secretly regretful, but he knew how to utilize what he currently had to create the best flavor.

Seeing the steaming rack was still empty, Eric conveniently made enough for four dishes and one soup, steaming an additional plate of eggs.

Don’t underestimate steamed eggs; to get perfect steamed eggs, smooth like tart filling, it is best to use boiled water that has cooled down mixed with the eggs. This was Eric’s experience. Covering it with a plate prevented water on the pot lid from dripping down and ruining the surface of the steamed eggs. Every action of his was extremely meticulous, as if caring for a true work of art.

Having finished all these tasks, Eric washed his hands and rested temporarily, just waiting for the food to cook. He stood leaning against the edge of the table, casting his eyes to observe the fire burning evenly at the bottom of the pot, silently calculating the time for each type of ingredient.

Amazed by his cooking speed, Old Jack left Tara aside and walked to the steamer to look: "Truly a magical structure."

"This is a steamer; water is burned below, and the steaming rack above is tasked with transmitting steam and holding food. It’s a bit like an oven, but one utilizes water, and the other utilizes fire."

Eric pointed at the steamer, speaking concisely to Old Jack.

"Not bad." Old Jack looked at Eric admiringly, then looked thoughtfully towards the steamer: "You said it’s like an oven, so if bread were put in to steam..."

Interest immediately surged; Old Jack’s hands were a bit itchy, unable to help but start imagining what the pastries he knew would taste like if steamed. He reached up to stroke his chin, his eyes shining brightly before a completely new culinary horizon that had just opened up.

Recipe after recipe flashed through his mind; the dishes and pastries he knew numbered in the hundreds or thousands. There were also dishes in development where he hadn’t found a direction; now, the new method of steaming gave him countless inspirations.

There are many steamed pastries; Chinese-style pastries are mostly steamed. It was just that the pastries here weren’t suitable; for example, if bread were steamed, wouldn’t it become a steamed bun? And not even as good as a steamed bun.

He could understand the desire to create new dishes of a top chef like Old Jack. Since he had taught the other party, he might as well let Old Jack experiment to his heart’s content; if he happened to make a delicious dish, it could be considered creating a blessing for everyone.

Just then, the enticing aroma of the cooked food signaled that the wait was over. Eric lifted the heavy wooden lid, and a cloud of savory steam billowed out, instantly fogging up the area. The pearl meatballs glistened like precious jewels, and the clay pot soup released a rich, concentrated meat scent despite its deceptively clear appearance.

Old Jack impatiently grabbed a pair of chopsticks to taste. The moment he bit into a meatball, the elasticity of the beaten meat combined with the soft glutinous rice made his eyes widen in surprise. Then came the soup—pure, sweet, and warming. The simple steaming method had locked in the original flavors perfectly, creating a taste that was clean yet profound.

"This... this is the true soul of the ingredients!" Old Jack exclaimed, completely conquered by the meal. It was precisely these endless culinary surprises that made him so reluctant to leave.

The Halun merchant group coming to the Phantasmagoria Continent early this time was originally because Corbin wanted to obtain fine wine to increase the reputation of the merchant group and his family, hence taking the trouble to come here.

For fine wine, he was willing to stay a few more days.

Now it was different; even if Corbin wanted to leave, Old Jack wouldn’t agree. He and Eric made a few dishes to exchange with each other every day, dragging along Arthur and Richard, and even his little apprentice Tara got to satisfy his cravings.

Richard had a rough appearance and a hearty personality, but unexpectedly, his palate favored light flavors. He absolutely loved Eric’s steamed dishes, completely contrary to his personality of loving strong liquor.

Old Jack was immersed in a completely different cooking method and couldn’t extricate himself. Seeing him so enthusiastic, Eric simply gave that giant steamer to him.

In return, every day when Eric returned to the tribe, Old Jack would wrap up pastries made by himself and Tara for Eric to take back, allowing a bunch of beastmen to benefit as well.

Regardless of the profession, reaching a certain realm would bring its own pride. Old Jack was the same, except for these past few days; as soon as Eric arrived, Old Jack’s mood became cheerful, his white beard perking up every day.

During this time, Eric also asked about purple gold ore. Unfortunately, the Hadu tribe didn’t have any. Although the Dwarves had collected many types of rare ores, purple gold ore was extremely precious to them too. Just adding a little to weapons or props would significantly raise the grade of the final product.

But Joseph remembered that Julia of the Gray tribe seemed to have a piece. The magic staff made for Evan had a little bit added, which made Joseph jealous of Evan.

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Author’s note:

A few Chapters were reversed, and I have updated them; I hope this will not cause you to lose interest. I am very sorry for this incident!