Sizzle.
The Snow Wolf people devoured the fried dough sticks like hungry tigers.
Leo buried his head in his food, not even bothering to look up. The rich aroma from Eric's spot made the entire Snow Wolf tribe moan incessantly.
They were too embarrassed to go to the beast cub's place to scrounge for food, so they could only smell the aroma every day to ease their hunger. Who knew it would start again today.
Luci and Thomas "coincidentally" passed by and conveniently took a good number of fried dough sticks.
A while later, Michael and Kevin also arrived. While eating the fried dough sticks, the two of them beat Sam up for the crime of eating alone without calling his brothers.
Quick-witted and nimble-fingered, Eric saved a portion for Max. They had just learned to make pottery yesterday, and today they had to make some utensils for the tribe. He would bring the fried dough sticks over to him later. He looked at Michael, exasperated.
Good heavens! Why do I have to be the villain just to save his own food? Can't he do something serious for once!
After snatching the fried dough sticks, Kevin and Sam took to their heels and ran, leaving Michael there to grind soy milk for Eric.
He had already taught all the steps to Jessica. Iris had watched a few times and could also start helping, so Eric stopped paying attention to it. He mixed eggs and refined salt into the soy pulp, adding some pepper powder and shrimp shell powder to enhance the flavor.
The final pot of tofu pudding was pressed into tofu. Michael helped him wash the pot. Eric heated some animal fat, used a large iron spatula to scoop the soy pulp mixture into the pot, and flattened it into individual cakes.
Just then, Max arrived. Eric hurriedly signaled with his eyes for Michael to give Max the fried dough sticks he had intentionally saved.
Michael revealed an "I get it" expression, brought the plate of fried dough sticks to Max, and even ladled a bowl of tofu pudding with savory sauce for him:
"Eat up, Max. Eric specially saved this for you!"
Michael said enthusiastically, even turning his head back to flash a look at Eric as if seeking praise.
If one had to describe Eric's feelings at this moment, it would have to be compared to the anguish of a desperate mother forced to sell her own child and dog.
He didn't dare turn his head to look at Max and could only forcefully flip the soy pulp cakes with the oversized spatula.
Enough! Why can't I successfully ship a couple even once? What did I do wrong to have to suffer like this here!
Taking the ceramic plate and bowl, and seeing the beast cub's reddened ears (which were actually red from anger), a hint of a smile flashed in Max's eyes.
The tofu pudding with savory sauce, eaten with a piece of crispy yet soft fried dough stick, made every bite unforgettable.
Even Max, who didn't like to be overly expressive, finished it all very quickly.
The soy pulp cakes were also ready. Eric placed them on a plate, stacked them into a small mountain, and brought them over for everyone to eat with the sweet soy milk.
"I've already discussed it with my father." After the meal, Max spoke up: "Opening a communal kitchen in the tribe is indeed a very good idea."
No wonder he's the main character, his work efficiency is truly top-notch!
Eric secretly gave a thumbs-up and said expectantly:
"Then let's use the temporary shed for now. After the Dwarves finish building the houses, we can ask them to fire some more bricks to build a separate house for the kitchen."
Iris didn't know what a communal kitchen was, but hearing Eric say they needed several large iron pots, she nodded without hesitation:
"No problem, you can have as many large iron pots as you want."
After the discussion, Eric and the others went to the brick kiln to make pottery. After a day of practice, they could finally shape some simple utensils today.
Seeing that they could work on their own, Eric stayed by the side to practice making large ceramic jars. After many days, his ceramic jar finally started to take shape. He also made many cups, because ever since he transmigrated here, he had been drinking water from a bowl.
It was now autumn. The tribe not only needed to help the Dwarves build their houses but also needed to store enough food for the winter.
Therefore, from now on, they would only come over to make a few pottery items each day before going about their own business. Currently, Luci had to take turns sending people from the gathering team to follow the Dwarves to haul coal.
Everyone was quite busy, and Eric was no exception.
He no longer needed to go out with the gathering team. He kept samples of everything edible, and Luci would lead people to gather them for him.
Whether it was refining salt or making pottery, these things were enough for him to enjoy a comfortable life without anyone looking down on him.
Of course, the matter of refining salt could not yet be revealed to the other tribe members.
Looking at the bustling scene before him, Eric was still not satisfied with the current situation.
In his eyes, the tribe's room for improvement was still immense.