I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 420: A Meal on Dragon Island

Arthur, who was carrying pots and pans to cook in front, looked sourly at Eric’s hand, glancing jealously at Kanude.

Apart from the hole at the top of the cave, there was no other light, so the entire vast cave was actually very dark and damp. Now with the addition of thick smoke, Eric choked until he had to use wind magic to blow the thick smoke in the cave out through the passage.

Arthur boldly declared he would cook for Eric, but his current achievement was only an iron pot burnt/ruined because he couldn’t start a fire for a long time and then angrily breathed a mouthful of dragon breath, plus a pile of un-dried firewood that emitted billowing green smoke when burned because of the water content...

It turned out the things Sam criticized were all true. Eric held his forehead helplessly.

The Dragon tribe probably knew how to cook. After all, Dragons had gluttonous natures. Even though adult dragons didn’t need food to provide energy, for the desire of appetite, they would research food.

In the past, the Dragon tribe even captured human chefs. Later, the Dragon King issued a rule; the Dragon tribe dared not capture other races to Dragon Island anymore. Being caught would lead to severe punishment.

Eric didn’t know these things and thought Arthur captured him just because he wanted to eat good food often.

As for the mate matter the other party mentioned, he also didn’t take it to heart at all. Maybe this dragon confused the craving when seeing food with romantic feelings.

At first, he could stand by and watch the drama, but later he choked on the thick smoke so much that he had to run far away.

He saw Arthur angrily take out another pot from the space, then take out countless fresh-looking ingredients, but still fail to start the fire. Just as he was about to breathe a mouthful of dragon breath, Eric really couldn’t stand it anymore.

"Stop, stop. Spare these ingredients. It’s such a waste; they won’t die in peace. And this pot looks like it’s forged from good iron. It would be a pity to burn it."

He also couldn’t understand. Arthur had stayed in the cafeteria for so long; how come he didn’t have a clue about cooking? So he only learned how to knead dough.

Snatching the iron pot and ingredients from Arthur’s hands, Eric grumbled in annoyance while placing the pot on the stove.

It was also quite magical. He didn’t know how this guy lived before, carrying a stove with him. Perhaps other things were also in the storage tool. Truly fitting the stingy image of the Dragon tribe; even if it was to not lose things, there was no need to store the stove away too, right?

Did some dragon have a special hobby of stealing even pots, pans, and spices? Eric thought to himself.

Just like at the Hadu tribe, Arthur stood clumsily behind Eric, waiting to help him.

Speaking of which, Eric was really hungry. He couldn’t go on a hunger strike to show his resolve like in the movies.

Firstly, he really couldn’t do this self-harming act. Secondly, the other world had plenty of magic and medicine to maintain his life; at worst, there was black magic. A hunger strike was completely suffering for nothing.

A beastman’s body wasn’t so weak that missing a meal meant having no spirit, but hearing Arthur say he had been in a coma for three days, no wonder he felt weak all over; it turned out he was starving.

It seemed he had to take action. Eric rummaged through the pile of ingredients Arthur took out. There were many fresh things like corn, pumpkin, and carrots just pulled from the ground, as well as leafy green vegetables, such as a green version of Chinese cabbage and a vegetable resembling spinach.

What made Eric find joy in misery was that there were actually sweet potatoes and a plant resembling green beans, only longer and bigger.

In his previous life, green beans were poisonous if not cooked thoroughly. He didn’t know if the green beans in the other world retained this characteristic.

But having not eaten green beans for a long time, Eric eagerly dug out corn, carrots, and potatoes, preparing to make a stew with the nameless magical beast meat.

Last year when Eric followed Uncle Thomas and the others to the Red Grass tribe, it was almost winter, and many vegetables couldn’t be preserved for so long.

Moreover, at that time, Eric and the Ox-Head tribe weren’t as close as they were now. Every household in the Ox-Head tribe had a cellar storing many kinds of vegetables that could be kept for a long time without spoiling. Eric really wanted to see what kinds there were.

According to Balu, the Red Grass tribe had plenty of vegetables to eat every year; only in winter was the diet relatively monotonous.

Eric even planned to go to the Red Grass tribe to find some delicious vegetables when he wasn’t busy this year.

After all, his soul was human. Even if his body was used to a life where one wasn’t happy without meat, he would still miss the times in his previous life eating various vegetables cooked in different ways.

besides the rich ingredients, the spices Arthur took out were also very abundant. Eric found it hard to imagine how a dragon who didn’t know how to cook even rice could have so many spices.

Not only were there all kinds of spices for stewing meat, but fine salt and white sugar were also not lacking.

Actually, these things were all just looted by him from that black dragon. Seeing Eric finally happier, Arthur’s anger towards the black dragon also subsided a bit.

Although that idiot Gefei had a terrible personality, the only useful thing was that he liked cooking very much. For this, he even specially went to the human world to learn. After returning, he built a human kitchen in his territory, and the spices were also very complete.

Because Arthur wasn’t good at cooking, there were almost no cooking utensils in his cave. There was only a simple stove, which had never been used.

Among his many storage tools, there was nothing related to cooking. These spices and kitchen utensils were all spoils of war just obtained...

After washing the corn, carrots, potatoes, and green beans, Eric pointed at the cleaned magical beast meat on the ground and said grumpily: "Chop some ribs."

Helping out was no problem for Arthur. He hurriedly did as Eric said, selecting a piece of ribs and chopping it into small pieces.

While Eric blanched the bones, stir-fried them for aroma, and then stewed them, Arthur began to take out the beautiful plants he had just collected.

He remembered Eric liked planting flowers in the yard, especially Big-Mouth Flowers, so while Eric was in a coma, he hurriedly went out to find some pleasing plants to bring back to decorate the cave.

The cave had been cleaned in a hurry before and was empty to the point of being overly clean. Arthur hurriedly placed a brilliant flowering plant here and a fruit tree laden with golden fruits there, embellishing the entire space to be colorful.

Originally, he planned to place some jewelry in the cave for decoration, but just now he had stuffed it all into Eric’s hands.

Arthur scratched his head and had to give up on this idea. Anyway, his goal was to give them to Eric; whether used for display or put away, it was fine.