I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 82: The Flames of War Spread

"So, isn’t it a fact that he’s weak? Doesn’t your Max think so too? Otherwise, why did he leave a sickly child at home all by himself before?" Anna said with a voice full of sarcasm.

Luci was so provoked by her that her hair felt like it was standing on end. She slammed her wine cup down on the wooden plank and said furiously: "That’s because there were other reasons! My Max is not the type to look down on the weak! Besides, Max is very good to Eric now, and they will be life partners in the future!"

Eric, who had been sitting quietly on the side, was also hit by a stray shot. Hearing the last sentence, he burst into a world-shaking fit of coughing.

Thomas was no longer in the mood to bond with Chief Joseph across from him. He quickly picked up some food with his chopsticks for Luci, trying to shut his partner’s mouth.

Luci didn’t even glance at him, waving his hand away as if shooing a fly.

Glancing over at the children’s table, Anna let out another scornful scoff.

"Does your Max get whatever he wants? I think Eric’s relationship with Michael is much better than his relationship with Max. It wouldn’t be bad for them to become partners; my Michael is in no way inferior to Max."

How could the flames of war have spread to them? They had been sitting as quiet as little chicks.

It was over. Now, not only did Eric feel awkward facing Max, but even sitting next to Michael felt strange.

Sighing helplessly, Michael leaned close to Eric’s ear and whispered comfortingly: "My mother and Aunt Luci are always like this when they argue. Don’t take it to heart; they’re just angry and talking nonsense."

Eric’s face twisted as he nodded at him. He understood the reasoning, but the feeling was incredibly bizarre.

Thomas and Phong were each consoling their own partners. It was just a few sentences of bickering, which was much better than their previous conflicts. Out of respect for Eric’s housewarming party, both of them resentfully shut their mouths.

To prevent them from arguing further, the people around them quickly changed the subject.

Stroking his beloved beard, Chief Joseph picked up a piece of fish to go with his wine and said with satisfaction: "If the human race had this liquor, I could forge him a sacred weapon without taking a single gold coin."

Based on his gaming experience, the grade of a sacred weapon was definitely not low. Wasn’t this evaluation of his liquor a bit too high? These drunkards truly loved their alcohol from the bottom of their hearts.

Speaking of weapons, Eric turned to ask Luban at the next table: "Uncle, I want a meat cleaver." He gestured with his hands to describe the length as he spoke.

Luban was already tipsy, his speech slurred, but he promised magnanimously: "No problem!"

Who knows if he’ll even remember tomorrow when he wakes up... Eric thought doubtfully. Who could blame him? He had already drunk half a cup since noon, and the cups at Eric’s house were large, and the alcohol content was high.

Through their conversation, Thomas and Chief Joseph learned that this liquor was brewed from sorghum. They mentally added sorghum to their list of grains to trade for. Previously, they thought all grains tasted equally unpalatable and couldn’t distinguish between types. They only traded for a small amount for emergencies anyway, so they didn’t care what kind it was.

Now, under Eric’s influence, they had gradually learned to distinguish between wheat and rice, and now there was sorghum.

In the past, they found it strange that the Ox-Head tribe liked to eat grass seeds. Only later did they discover that those things could be made into so many delicious dishes. Herbivorous beastmen were not as useless as they thought.

Grass disliked the burning sensation in her throat from the white liquor. She took only a small sip before putting it down in disgust; the berry wine was still more to her taste.

The barbecue meat, brushed with the sauce, had a completely different flavor. Kevin distributed several large skewers of rabbit ribs to each table, while he himself held a large piece, gnawing on it until his mouth was slick with grease.

Since Eric’s enlightenment, their cooking skills had also improved significantly. He could hardly remember how he had managed to swallow those charred pieces of meat before.

"This barbecue sauce is so fragrant. If only the communal kitchen could make barbecue like this," Kevin said, his eyes shining with longing, ignoring his greasy mouth.

Eric thought about the sauce he had made; there were only two ceramic vats of it. Although the vats they used were as large as water barrels, it wouldn’t be enough to feed this group of bottomless stomachs for more than a few meals.

"Wait until next year when we grow more soybeans and wheat ourselves, then we can make a lot of this kind of sauce. The soy sauce used for this braised trotter dish is also fermented from soybeans."

If they had a lot of soybeans, the communal kitchen could also use soy sauce and other pastes. These seasonings could elevate the flavor of the dishes immensely.

Under Eric’s culinary brainwashing, these Snow Wolf people had shifted from their initial unfamiliarity with farming to eager anticipation. Every time he used grains to make a delicious dish, they wished it were spring already.

There were too many delicious dishes today. The tender and flavorful braised trotters with different tastes and the spicy braised fish pot with pig’s blood curd inside received endless praise. The fried chicken and crispy tenderloin were also crunchy and savory, and a group of children hugged them, nibbling until their faces were covered in crumbs.

For the sensitive noses of the Snow Wolf people, the smell of garlic was both a dark torture and an irresistible temptation. After eating, they couldn’t even stand the smell in their own mouths, but they couldn’t refuse its flavor. The fresh, sweet lobster combined with fried garlic was a masterpiece.

At this moment, the perfectly grilled rabbit ribs amazed them yet again. Beastmen ate grilled meat every day, but they had never imagined it could taste like this.

Previously, the spice powder Eric provided to the communal kitchen to sprinkle on grilled meat had already made the dish much more delicious. Now, this barbecue sauce brought a completely different flavor profile.

Delicious food paired with fine wine, and soon everyone’s face was flushed.

Leo had been drunk several times, so he resolutely refused to touch any kind of alcohol. But the other children weren’t so well-behaved. While drinking their own fruit juice, they were curious to taste the adults’ liquor.

Flower was the boldest. She led the group of children to sneak over to the wine vat and ladle out a bowl of berry wine. They were most interested in this fruit wine; the white liquor didn’t smell as sweet and fragrant.

Despite Leo’s warnings, the mischievous kids couldn’t resist sharing and finishing a bowl of berry wine. They stumbled around, waving their claws playfully for a while, then cuddled up in a pile and fell fast asleep.

Eric finally got to taste the white liquor he had brewed himself. The sorghum liquor seemed more fragrant, sweet, and easier to drink than other white liquors; it was indeed different from the bottled spirits he had drunk before.

The others were already tipsy. Eric turned his head to look and was surprised to find that the one with the worst alcohol tolerance was Thomas. His face was beet red, and he was lying flat on the ground, snoring like thunder.

He felt a tipsy urge to laugh at Thomas. He tried to stand up, but his head was heavy and his feet were light, and he nearly tumbled over. Michael, who was sitting beside him, was quick-witted and pulled him into his arms.