I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 358: Showing off Cooking Skills

Eric left the cooking items outside first and brought the soap into the tent.

Corbin and Hugh were sitting around a table examining a stack of toilet paper. Seeing him enter, Hugh enthusiastically pulled up chairs for the two of them.

Eric shook his head; he didn’t want to waste time, smiling as he said:

"This is the remaining soap; I’ve brought it all. Since I don’t have molds, the shapes aren’t very beautiful, but I think President Corbin will certainly find skilled craftsmen to reprocess them."

Corbin opened the package to look; the soap was placed neatly inside. Although the shapes were uneven, the sizes were almost identical, with no large discrepancies. He nodded in satisfaction.

"Consistent size is fine. When selling, I will find people to rework the shapes."

This type of unscented soap didn’t need overly exquisite processing. It just needed to be trimmed to be neat before being sold, and the target customers were ordinary people anyway.

Eric thought to himself, Of course, I kept all the excess scraps and ugly shapes for washing clothes.

"President Corbin, please lend me two pots and other kitchen utensils. I brought a lot of spices." Eric pointed to the fire that had been lit outside the camp.

It was mealtime, and many servants of the merchant group members were busy preparing to cook, so he could borrow them conveniently.

Corbin waved his hand, calling a male servant over, and told him to get pots, pans, and other kitchen utensils according to Eric’s request. All were placed outside the tent for Eric to choose from.

The mercenary in charge of fetching water had also returned, and the male servant carried a bucket of water to Eric.

Preparation was very thorough. Eric put the potato vermicelli and mung bean vermicelli into the pot to boil until soft first, then scooped them out to soak in cold water for later use.

Having ready-made stock would be best; he didn’t want to reveal magic in front of humans for the time being.

Arthur lowered his head, breaking the leg bones Eric had brought into small pieces. He didn’t use a knife either, snapping the large leg bones into sections like breaking biscuits, and carefully preserving the bone marrow.

The people around them unconsciously cast their gazes over. The brutal scene made them couldn’t help but secretly touch their own thighs.

Crack, crack, the sound of breaking bones was crisp...

Richard squatted beside them, a glint flashing in his eyes:

"Does the Hadu tribe have humans too? His strength doesn’t look weak. Do you want to spar with me?"

Eric was busy mincing meat and replied without looking up:

"Oh, he is a wanderer who came near our tribe. He is currently a chef in the cafeteria. Isn’t he helping me right now? Where would he find the time to spar?"

"I’ll find someone to help you. Lend him to me for a fight. Seeing someone powerful makes my hands itch." Richard waved to call a few servants over, grinning.

Everyone was a battle maniac. Eric felt helpless about this behavior but couldn’t keep refusing, so he winked repeatedly at Arthur, telling him to refuse it himself.

Arthur, a straightforward person, thought Eric’s eyes were unwell. He was extremely worried and wanted to get close to check, but was blocked by Eric.

"My eyes are fine." Even if Arthur didn’t speak, Eric knew what he was thinking.

It seemed he couldn’t count on Arthur understanding his hint. He said through gritted teeth.

Unhappy in his heart, though Arthur didn’t know why he was suddenly unhappy, he growled at Richard:

"I don’t want to fight you, and I don’t need them to come. Get out!"

The male servants had seen him snap such large magic beast bones with their own eyes. Hearing his fierce scolding, their legs trembled with fear, yet they didn’t dare to actually leave, looking at Richard with pleading eyes.

"How boring." Richard waved his hand dejectedly, and the male servants then fled in panic.

The water in the pot had boiled the vermicelli. Eric didn’t pour it out, conveniently adding the bones to blanch them and remove the gamey smell.

The blanched large bones were washed clean, put into a hot oil pan to be sautéed until fragrant, then sugar, salt, Sichuan peppercorns, and star anise were added before starting to stew. By this time, the aroma was already wafting out.

Richard didn’t leave. Being close, he smelled the aroma and praised: "What cooking method is this? It’s not even cooked yet, and I can smell the fragrance."

Eric was slicing pickled vegetables while explaining to him: "Blanch the bones, then use hot oil to sauté them until fragrant before putting them in the pot. The stewed bones will be more fragrant this way."

Especially since iron pots were used here. Although iron pots stuck easily if not used correctly, stir-frying produced a unique flavor. The better the chef, the better they knew how to maintain their iron pot, and the dishes stir-fried would have wok hei (breath of the wok).

Cooking methods in the other world leaned towards Western styles, just more primitive. They didn’t stir-fry; usually, it was pan-frying, deep-frying, boiling, and roasting. Therefore, seeing him sauté the leg bones first made Richard feel curious.

"What dish is this? It smells spoiled. Do you need me to get you some fresh vegetables?"

Curious, Richard became interested in the pickles Eric was slicing.

It was just that the smell was very strange, like rotten food. He knew beastmen often ate cured meat with a foul smell; surely they weren’t going to feed them this spoiled vegetable dish later?

Eric used chopsticks to pick up some shredded pickles and handed them to him:

"These are pickles pickled by our cafeteria. They can be eaten directly like this, or stewed with meat. The taste is very good. Do you want to taste?"

Traveling all year round, sometimes trapped in the wilderness due to missions, Richard had eaten even snakes and insects, so naturally, he wasn’t afraid of some slightly weird-smelling vegetable leaves.

He reached out to take the shredded pickles and put them directly into his mouth. The pickles were crunchy, chewing with a crunch-crunch sound, sour and refreshing, and he could even feel a hint of sweetness from the vegetable leaves.

Richard’s eyes lit up: "Not bad, not bad."

The shredded pickles were put into the bone pot to stew slowly. After a while, the flavor of the pickles soaked into the broth. When it was nearly done, he added a handful of vermicelli. Vermicelli absorbing the full broth was the essence of this dish.

The cafeteria now had fresh fish and shrimp every day. Eric had brought a large shrimp.

The fresh shrimp was shelled, the meat soft and transparent like jelly. Eric sliced the shrimp meat into thin slices, found several plates, lined each plate with a layer of vermicelli at the bottom, and arranged the shrimp meat on top of the vermicelli layer.

Garlic was peeled and minced, rinsed with clean water, and fried in the pan until golden.

The air was filled with the aroma of fried garlic. He drizzled the fried garlic evenly over each plate of shrimp meat, then put the plate of shrimp meat with garlic into the pot to steam.

There were no steamers here. Eric found a few branches to set up a temporary rack to support the plate, only then covering the pot lid.

"Why is your cooking not like Old Jack’s at all? I’ve never seen anyone cook like this. The smell is fragrant, but it looks so strange too." Richard had completely forgotten his original purpose at this point, casting aside the intention to test Arthur’s strength, and watched Eric cook intently.

Because he was making Asian dishes, not the same style as Western dishes, the methods were naturally worlds apart.

Naturally, this reason couldn’t be spoken. Eric said perfunctorily: "We beastmen eat grilled meat all the time, which isn’t good for health, so we just cook whatever." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Richard thought to himself, Looking at this cub’s skillful method, it doesn’t look like just cooking whatever. When he followed Corbin to the Red Grass tribe, the Ox-Head tribe was considered quite particular among beastmen, but the food made was also very ordinary.

It absolutely didn’t have such an aroma as this cub’s food.

Although adding water now made the smell lighter, it still continuously emitted a meaty scent, lingering around the nose, making one intoxicated.

Richard hadn’t eaten since morning and couldn’t help swallowing saliva smelling the aroma.