I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 75: The Whole Tribe Misunderstands

Eric was also incredibly busy, having to both collect seeds and personally make several grass mats for the heated bed.

He didn’t want to bother everyone, so he had to figure it out himself. Seeing this, Thomas gave him an extremely large, thick, and soft white animal hide.

He cut a large piece to spread on the bed, and used the rest to make a door curtain and a screen. He finally had a proper entryway.

Today, Michael and Kevin came to see his new house, and everyone marveled at the exquisite home.

Eric was in the middle of building tables and chairs, and everyone pitched in to help. However, aside from Grass, the others were more of a hindrance than a help.

Max wasn’t skilled at this kind of work; he just quietly pulled a cart of charcoal into the yard and carefully built a small shed to keep it dry.

When the work was done, Eric invited everyone to have some fruit. While eating a pomelo, Grass stroked the smooth cement wall, her eyes full of admiration. The house, though simple in Eric’s eyes, was a huge shock to the Snow Wolves.

"Eric, it’s really comfortable here." Michael said with a stretch, sighing in admiration.

Kevin, still not used to sitting on chairs, hugged a plate of fruit and sat cross-legged on the heated bed, calling out: 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"That’s right, Eric is so smart. Max is really the lucky one, isn’t he."

Eric was speechless yet again. Would these people ever stop? Why did they keep pairing him with Max!

He angrily stuffed half a wild strawberry into his mouth, his cheeks puffing out.

Grass shot Max a sharp glare.

"When are you moving in? I’ll come help you move." Max said to Eric, ignoring her gaze.

"Oh, by the way, where will Leo sleep then?" the ever-tactless Kevin asked, tilting his head up innocently.

Michael just wanted to sigh. This guy, how could he ask such a clueless question?

Eric wasn’t sure if there was something wrong with his ears or if Kevin’s brain was waterlogged.

"The bed is this big, you think it’s not enough for the two of us to sleep?" Just answering this question felt like it was lowering his own intelligence.

Grass, who had still been glaring at Max, snapped her head back at the words, pointing at the heated bed in disbelief: "You... you and [him] are sharing?"

Eric felt things were getting stranger and stranger, a cloud of question marks hovering over his head: "What else?"

Was there a tribe rule that young cubs had to live separately?

Besides, they were both male. The Snow Wolves ran around shirtless every day without a care, so why would they mind this? He clearly remembered that the "single and available" guys right in front of him were still living with their families.

Suddenly, a lightning bolt struck his brain.

Eric’s face flushed red with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. He shot to his feet, pointing at this unreliable group of Snow Wolves:

"Good heavens, what on earth is in your heads? Max and I are completely innocent!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Grass and Michael both wore expressions of utter disbelief. Kevin’s lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but then he stopped.

"Argh, you’re killing me!" Eric was so angry he put his hands on his hips and tilted his head back to the sky in exasperation, then whipped his head towards Max: "Max! Say something!"

A crack appeared on Max’s chiseled face. He finally understood where the strange feeling from the past few days had come from.

This troublesome bunch. Eric was still a cub, how could he possibly live with him?

Not to mention, Leo was there too.

But at the same time, a sliver of joy crept into his heart. Hearing Eric’s angry yet sulky voice, he looked up. The boy’s cheeks were flushed, his dark eyes wide as he stared at him, a hint of a pout in them that he himself didn’t even realize.

His heart skipped another beat. Max quickly avoided Eric’s gaze and said to the others in a low voice:

"All you think about all day is nonsense. Perhaps your training load isn’t heavy enough?"

"No, not at all!" Kevin quickly waved his hands, racking his brain for an excuse: "Ah, I just thought it would be a waste to leave Eric’s old house empty!"

Michael and Grass also hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Sensing trouble, the three of them slipped away and disappeared. After running for a distance, Michael rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"But I’m still not convinced. I saw Max carrying Eric just a few days ago!"

"That’s right." Grass added: "Last time, Eric said he liked the pomelo I picked, so Max has been making a detour through that forest every single day to pick them. I’ve never seen him treat anyone that well."

Only the two of them remained in the room. Max looked at Eric awkwardly.

"I’ve piled the charcoal in the yard. It’s been getting chilly at night, so you and Leo should just stay here to sleep. Burn a little more charcoal; if it’s not enough, I’ll go get more."

After he finished speaking, he stood up to leave, in such a hurry that he bumped into a chair. He hastily set it upright, not daring to look Eric in the eye. He didn’t even open the gate, instead leaping over the fence and disappearing.

Eric watched him go, completely speechless. He felt he was also at fault; he shouldn’t have gotten angry with Max. After all, he was also a victim in this misunderstanding.

[My life is so hard], he lamented. [Almost thirty, with a sexuality as bent as a shrimp, but a personality as straight as an arrow.]

Matters of the heart were just too taxing. Whatever, the misunderstanding was resolved. He decided to do something he was better at.

The jar of sauce he had been fermenting for over a month was now exuding a rich, fragrant aroma; it was ready to eat. The soy sauce had also darkened. An idea sparked in his mind.

Why not have a housewarming party!

Now that he had soy sauce, he could make braised dishes.

With this thought, he began to plan the menu. His favorite dishes were braised chicken wings and drumsticks, but no one here would bother catching such small animals. Well, there was plenty of beast meat in the tribe; he could just go to the communal kitchen and pick some.

To ensure his safety, he didn’t bring Leo with him. He transformed into his wolf form—a small, silver-white wolf with pointed ears—and scanned his surroundings vigilantly.

A bush rustled.

He shot forward, but only saw a gray shadow dart away.

Without thinking, he gave chase, leaping onto its neck and slashing a line with his sharp claws. The gray rabbit struggled a few times before lying still.

It wasn’t a wild chicken, but a rabbit was an unexpected gain. He followed the scent and found its burrow.

But just as he arrived, countless earth spikes suddenly shot out from within the burrow. He hastily jumped back to dodge but was still hit by one and sent flying.

Luckily, his hide was thick, so it only hurt a little.