I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 361: Arthur’s Anger

"President Corbin, look. Whether used in potato vermicelli or mung bean vermicelli, these ingredients absorb spices perfectly no matter how they are cooked. They are excellent ingredients."

Ignoring the eager gaze of the high-ranking chef opposite him, Eric waited until Corbin put down his chopsticks with satisfaction before speaking to him.

Hugh fished out the last strands of vermicelli from the pickled cabbage soup. The refreshing sour taste, combined with the meaty flavor of the bones, made Hugh swallow contentedly. Forgetting all etiquette, he nodded repeatedly in delight.

Seeing their state, Eric knew it was a success.

Corbin hadn’t eaten this gluttonously in a long time. His stomach felt uncomfortably full, but for such delicious food, a little discomfort was worth it.

"Not bad, not bad at all. They taste good in any dish and don’t affect the flavor of other ingredients. The texture is unique, and the shelf life is long. Such perfect ingredients are actually made from mung beans?" Corbin asked in disbelief. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

In his mind, apart from high-ranking chefs occasionally using beans to make condiments, basically no noble would voluntarily eat beans. Beans had almost been labeled as cheap and lowly.

Old Jack, whose words discussing cooking methods were stuck in his throat, was holding back until his face turned pale. Hearing that the ingredients for potato vermicelli and mung bean vermicelli were actually beans, he couldn’t help but be astonished.

He was a high-ranking chef, so he knew ingredients by heart. Whether it was soybeans, mung beans, black beans, or red beans, none were rare; they were the daily food of commoners.

As for how to cook beans, other than boiling them, they could only be thrown directly into the fire to roast and eat. Some families were so poor they couldn’t afford firewood in winter and would even eat the beans raw.

Old Jack had once seen a friend, also a high-ranking chef, use beans as a supplementary ingredient. The two exchanged experiences; the other person roasted soybeans, ground them into powder, and sprinkled them on desserts, which tasted quite good.

He would also use mung beans, ham, and diced carrots to make soup, but ultimately, they were all supplementary ingredients.

No high-ranking chef would use beans to specialize in a main dish; it would only lower their reputation.

Now, a Beastman had used beans to create dishes like vermicelli that seemed completely unrelated to beans. He couldn’t believe it. The vermicelli was translucent and sparkling, with a crisp and chewy texture. How could this possibly be related to mung beans?

Could it be that this Snow Wolf didn’t want to share the recipe, worrying that humans would figure out the method once they knew the ingredients, affecting their business?

This was very likely. Countless speculations immediately sprang up in Old Jack’s mind.

Eric nodded and said, "The mung bean vermicelli is made from mung beans, and the potato vermicelli is made from earth beans. However, to make one kilogram of mung bean vermicelli or potato vermicelli, it consumes more than ten times that amount of raw materials, so the price cannot be any lower."

At the table, Richard was still cleaning up the battlefield, sweeping away the remaining food. Only then did he join their discussion.

Originally, he never commented on the transactions of the Halun merchant group; he only fulfilled his responsibility to protect the merchant group.

But after eating this meal, he was truly curious about how the Snow Wolf people were so good at cooking.

"Earth beans? We also often boil and eat them. How can those things be made into potato vermicelli?"

Eric glanced at the expressions of the others; sure enough, they were all full of disbelief.

Arthur was a bit angry. He didn’t like others doubting Eric, so he said furiously:

"He already said it’s made from earth beans. If you don’t believe it, then don’t! Are you buying or not? Do we have to show you the manufacturing process too?!"

His anger reached a peak, and he slammed the table as he stood up, unable to control his strength.

Almost instantly, the table made of solid wood shattered into a pile of splinters. Bowls and plates of all sizes fell to the ground, and the little pickled cabbage soup left in the basin splashed everywhere.

Arthur reacted very quickly, immediately pulling Eric and jumping backward, landing firmly on the ground.

One only felt a blur before the eyes, and the person was already several meters away.

Eric looked at the mess on the ground. Not far away, Richard had reacted no less quickly, his hands holding Corbin and Old Jack as he smiled awkwardly.

"Sorry, his temper is a bit short..."

Only Hugh, who hadn’t managed to run in time, was splashed all over...

If he didn’t have a favor to ask, he really would have wanted to get angry. At this moment, he could only sigh, resignedly calling servants to clean up.

Corbin smiled bitterly as he smoothed the wrinkles on his collar: "We just felt that using earth beans and mung beans to make such magical food was simply too astonishing."

Richard put the two men down, staring at Arthur with great interest, his eyes not leaving him.

Earlier, attracted by the food, he had temporarily forgotten his curiosity about Arthur’s strength. Now, seeing Arthur’s reaction speed being so fast and his agility so high, Richard’s curiosity was aroused again.

As a Golden Knight, he was only one step away from the level of a Wyvern Knight.

His strength had long surpassed the rank of a Golden Knight, but because he hadn’t found a suitable mount - and the criteria for assessing a knight included the strength of the mount in addition to one’s own strength - he hadn’t yet received the medal representing a Wyvern Knight.

His strength was already at the peak level in the Aolu Empire. Aside from a few elusive Paladins, he basically had no opponents.

Just now, he actually hadn’t been able to see the other person’s movements clearly. How could he not be curious?

A human whose strength was either close to his or even higher than his, yet such a person appeared on the continent of foreign races, living with Snow Wolves, and was very obedient to this young patriarch. All of this was too strange.

He touched the greatsword that never left his side, his fighting spirit nearly reaching its peak.

Seeing this, Corbin hurriedly blocked in front of him. Having associated for so many years, Corbin was extremely familiar with Richard’s expression when he wanted to fight.

The Hadu tribe had too many things he wanted. With benefits right in front of him, he couldn’t let Richard act recklessly.

Not to mention that person with unfathomable strength, none of the Snow Wolves were pushovers. Even if they couldn’t beat Richard, a Golden Knight, with so many Snow Wolves and their high defense, Richard could at most only push them back.

Don’t look at how scattered the Beastmen lived; once a Beastman was attacked, other Beastman tribes wouldn’t let them off easily. This was also the terrifying point of the Fantasy Continent.

Beastmen could fight among themselves, but they would absolutely not let other races bully them.