I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 359: The Arrogant Chef

Corbin handed the soap to Hugh and walked out following the aroma, praising:

"The cooking skills of the patriarch are on par with the high-level chef I hired!"

Although this sentence was somewhat flattering, Corbin truly felt that the young patriarch’s cooking skills were not bad, at least ranking top-tier among beastmen.

He walked to the side of Richard, who was sitting on the ground, and gestured for a servant to bring a chair over.

Living together for decades, he still couldn’t get used to this mercenary’s uncouth habits.

Richard disliked him sitting on a chair, suddenly being a head taller than himself. He pulled out his greatsword with a speed invisible to the naked eye. Swish, swish, a few strokes chopped off the legs of Corbin’s chair.

Corbin sat on the chair without even shaking, only feeling his line of sight uncontrollably lowering.

Only when the chair stabilized did he look down in confusion, only to see several oval wooden blocks arranged neatly around him, while his chair...

"Richard!" Corbin roared.

Richard propped himself on the greatsword, lazily relaxing and leaning against it to sit, completely ignoring the angry Corbin.

He hated aristocratic affectations the most.

Two pots weren’t enough, so Eric went to ask the male servant for another pot.

After returning, his gaze swept over Corbin and the chair under him. He felt a bit strange in his heart; do human nobles prefer low chairs like this nowadays?

The oil was hot and bubbling. Shallots and garlic were sautéed until fragrant. Minced meat was added to the pan and stir-fried until it changed color, then the vermicelli was added. Eric lifted the large pot and tossed it a few times; this was a skill he had practiced recently.

Previously, he never thought there would be a day he would learn how to toss a wok.

When he was small, watching big chefs on TV stir-fry vegetables like that, he felt it was especially cool and even practiced for a few days. It was a pity he was too small then, and his wrists didn’t have the strength to toss.

After stir-frying until nearly done, he drizzled a circle of soy sauce along the side of the pot, then added fish bone powder, salt, and green onions. After taking it out of the pot, he poured it onto a plate; this was the dish "Ants Climbing a Tree".

When Eric first heard the name of this dish, he thought it really involved stir-frying ants. Later, he learned that the minced meat looked like ants.

Unknown when it started, circle after circle of people had quietly gathered around Eric’s temporary "kitchen". Mercenaries were bold, crowding at the very front, while the workers of the merchant group hid behind the mercenaries, peeking inside.

Next, under the gazes of these people that seemed almost tangible, Eric stir-fried another dish of "Stir-fried Vermicelli with Bean Sprouts and Shredded Meat", and the classic "Stewed Pork Belly with Cabbage and Vermicelli".

The pork belly sliced thinly by Arthur was stir-fried over high heat until the edges of the meat were scorched yellow. The broth was rich, making one drool just by looking.

Richard couldn’t hold back the hunger in his belly anymore. Irritated, he ran back to his tent to get a bottle of wine, gulping it down mouthful by mouthful while smelling the aroma.

Although he didn’t want to appear too gluttonous, he really couldn’t endure it anymore. Pointing at the plate of strange vegetables, he asked:

"Is this a bean sprout? There’s a bean on it, but aren’t sprouts green?"

Could this be a vegetable unique to the Hadu tribe? For a vegetable to exist in the Snow Wolf people’s tribe that even the Ox-Head tribe didn’t have, it was truly rare.

Eric took the opportunity to reply: "This is a bean sprout; it’s not grown in soil."

"Old Jack, you’re here too! Come here quickly, come here! Aren’t you a Level 5 chef? Come see how these dishes are made and make them for us to eat when we get back."

A white-bearded old man appeared in the crowd. Richard was overjoyed seeing him come and hurriedly waved to him.

Corbin said angrily: "This is the person I had great difficulty hiring. If you make him angry, I will have to starve along with you!"

He came from a noble background, so he was naturally picky about food. Even coming to the Illusionary Dream Continent, he brought along a high-level chef hired with great difficulty.

Regardless of the profession, reaching a certain level brought its own arrogance.

The reason Corbin traveled all the way to the Illusionary Dream Continent solely for fine wine was also because Level 5 brewers were too hard to access. The fine wine they brewed was only for royalty to drink; ordinary nobles couldn’t even buy it.

It was extremely rare for brewers to become heritage families and reach a high level; buying their wine was difficult.

Corbin always wanted to cooperate with high-level brewers, hoping the other party could supply fine wine long-term so his business would definitely take a step further.

It was a pity that there were only a few brewing masters in the capital who ignored everyone, and they themselves didn’t lack money. Reaching this level, countless people brought money to them.

If not for Corbin having a powerful background, these few arrogant brewing masters might not have even let him in the door.

Expanding the chamber of commerce’s prestige by dealing in fine wine was impossible; Corbin could only buy a little to satisfy his own alcohol addiction.

High-level chefs were also hard to hire. The Level 5 chef, Old Jack, who was specifically in charge of his meals in the merchant group now, was invited from Grand Duke Lin’s place with great effort.

Now Richard was telling Old Jack to learn dishes from a young beastman; to him, this was simply a huge insult. Corbin was really afraid he would leave in anger and refuse to go out with him in the future.

Originally, Old Jack didn’t want to agree at his age, and his children at home didn’t want him to go either. It was only because the Illusionary Dream Continent had many ingredients that the Eastern and Western continents didn’t have that Old Jack agreed to come here to improve his skills and find new ingredients.

Sure enough, as soon as Richard finished speaking, Old Jack’s face over there turned pale. He harrumphed coldly, turned around, and intended to leave.

"Garlic Steamed Shrimp with Vermicelli is out of the pot too! President Corbin, Captain Richard, please taste it first. One more dish and it’s done. The taste will be worse if the food gets cold later." Eric also brought out several plates of food from the steaming pot.

Considering that not everyone could eat spicy food, Eric put thinly sliced chili rings on two plates and drizzled hot oil over them to bring out the aroma.

Everyone involuntarily took a deep breath in unison.

A seductive aroma spread through the air. Old Jack, who had just turned around, smelled the scent and turned back with a dark face, walking straight to sit beside Corbin silently, not forgetting to glare fiercely at Richard.

Corbin hurriedly called someone to bring a chair, smiling as he said: "Sir, please taste quickly. This is a dish made personally by the patriarch of the Hadu tribe."

He emphasized the word "patriarch".

At least the person cooking didn’t have the status of an ordinary beastman, which made the arrogant Old Jack feel much less annoyed...

Richard didn’t bicker anymore either, standing up to find a chair to sit down.

Seeing an additional elderly person, Eric guessed the other party must be the Level 5 chef Richard mentioned, and a sense of respect rose in his heart. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The bone stew with pickles, cooked the earliest, was also finished. Vermicelli soaked in the broth, glittering and translucent, making people appetizing.

This was the last dish. After it came out of the pot, the male servant beside him was very quick-witted, taking it and carrying it to the temporarily cleared table.

After inventorying and storing all the soap and toilet paper, Hugh also smelled the aroma and ran over, standing by the dining table drooling.

Although Eric had said to let them eat while it was hot, even the thick-nerved Richard didn’t dare to eat first. The whole table waited until Eric and Arthur also sat down before hurriedly using spoons to scoop food onto their plates.

Using knives and forks to eat Asian dishes was inevitably laborious. Eric and Arthur didn’t have this trouble; chopsticks picked up potato vermicelli and bean vermicelli easily.

"Go break two branches for me."

Eating a mouthful of bean sprouts, Richard wanted to taste the vermicelli inside first, but the fork really didn’t cooperate.

The two people from the Hadu tribe opposite him were waving some unnamed tools that looked very easy to use. If a beastman could use them, he didn’t believe he couldn’t, so he told the male servant to go break two branches for him.