I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 324: Selling All the Cubs
Seeing so many fresh bamboo shoots, Eric thought for a moment and told Sam and Kevin to peel some and cut them into small pieces.
"Why not put it directly into the grinder to mince? Cutting like this is too troublesome," Sam complained while cutting.
"Diced bamboo shoots make better buns; grinding in the machine won’t give that texture," Eric explained. The taste of food was sometimes related to the shape, just like hand-shredded potatoes tasted better than grated ones, and hand-torn cabbage tasted better than knife-cut cabbage.
"Alright then."
For the sake of the flavor of the dish, Sam, a famous gourmet, had to endure and silently cut the bamboo shoots.
Arthur squatted beside Eric like a puppy, sniffing the bamboo shoot meat filling he had just mixed, and said happily: "Smells so good, are we going to eat buns soon?"
He had been in the cafeteria for a while and had watched Jessica and the others wrap buns. During the land clearing, he had also eaten quite a few buns made by the dwarves.
"That’s right, have you learned how to wrap buns? We have to wrap dumplings later too."
Eric was using a pair of super-long chopsticks to mix the meat filling; hearing this, he replied.
"Not yet..." Arthur was a bit dejected, but quickly regained his spirit: "I can learn from you!"
With Eric there, everyone tacitly handed the seasoning work to him, while the others began busying themselves with other tasks. Although he didn’t do other work, mixing so many basins of filling made Eric’s arms quite tired.
Seeing this, Arthur snatched the basin from his hands, letting Eric add the spices while he took charge of mixing.
It had to be said that this dragon was very suitable for this kind of thoughtless work; every basin of meat filling was mixed very evenly by him. With Arthur’s arm strength, if he mixed meatball filling one day, the meatballs made would definitely be very chewy and delicious.
When the dough was ready, Jessica and Anna also arrived one after another. Iris and the other dwarves also finished their housework, just in time to wrap buns.
Arthur sat beside Eric, his hands and feet clumsy as he handled the dough and filling; the bun he made was incredibly ugly. Fortunately, buns only needed to be steamed directly in the pot, so there was no fear of the filling leaking out.
After the meal, whether beastmen or dwarves, everyone praised the taste of dinner endlessly, eating until their mouths were full of oil. The meat buns had thin skins and plenty of filling, and the dumplings had soft and smooth skins. Although the filling was the same, each had a unique flavor.
In the cafeteria, the area for small-sized beastmen and the Tiger tribe was separated by the Snow Wolf people and the Horned Goat people. Before delicious food, everyone temporarily set aside their grievances and focused on eating.
Leo and A Mat, along with other children, sat together at a large table made by combining several tables, talking and laughing while eating. Mun was also enthusiastically invited by Robin to sit next to him, bowing her head somewhat unnaturally to eat a bun. She didn’t know how to use chopsticks yet, so Phan whittled a twig into a fork for her to skewer food.
In the distance, Mr. Tam finished work and came to eat, secretly breathing a sigh of relief. Heaven knows how worried he had been.
Mun was the only kitten; would she be bullied joining such a large crowd of children?
Mun’s personality was stubborn, while their Cat tribe was living under someone else’s roof, watching others’ expressions to live. Even if Mun was bullied, he couldn’t stand up for her.
With this matter constantly weighing on his mind, he had cut several potatoes wrong while working just now. Fortunately, Vien, who was in charge of supervision, only reminded him. If it were before, when he was a slave in the Golden Kingdom, he would definitely have been whipped for such a mistake.
Now seeing Mun safe and sound, he was reassured. Moreover, based on his understanding of Mun, this little girl absolutely didn’t hate those children. If she truly felt repulsed, she wouldn’t sit there eating together; she would run away even if she had to use all her strength.
This was great; they had truly come to a friendly tribe. Mr. Tam felt incredibly lucky in his heart. From the tribe’s treatment of children, one could see their attitude towards newly joined beastmen.
Before this, they worried every day, fearing this was another Golden Kingdom. Having given their trust once only to be ruthlessly betrayed, Mr. Tam and the other small-sized beastmen had become fearful, unable to accept being treated like that a second time.
On the other side, Eric sat eating beside Max, his eyes also hovering over the group of children. Observing for a while and seeing Mun was quite integrated, he withdrew his gaze.
Michael followed his gaze, looked, then turned back and smiled: "Is Eric worried about the Cat tribe child? Our children are all kind-hearted; she will definitely get used to it slowly, no need to worry."
"Yesterday Flower even told me she wanted to play with the new friend, so you don’t need to be afraid. Flower will also guide her to integrate into the tribe’s life." Grass glanced toward the children.
Eric smiled and replied: "I’m worrying too much. It’s mainly because among these small beastmen, there is only one child; it’s truly pitiful."
Moreover, if this child couldn’t integrate with the other children, it would definitely affect the small beastmen’s trust in the Hadu tribe. After all, she was the only child; regardless of whether they were of the same tribe, they would value her due to their shared plight.
Max lowered his head to comfort him: "Rest assured, look, Robin and she have a not bad relationship, and the other children don’t exclude her. After a few more days together, they can play with each other."
Robin was indeed reliable. Although dwarf children were younger than beastman children, their mentality was much more mature. Eric told him to take Mun to play, and he listened, taking Mun with him wherever he went.
But Eric had a question: "That’s right, why is there only one child among these small beastmen? Especially the Rabbit tribe, they reproduce more than us; how come not a single child escaped? It’s really strange."
Afraid the small beastmen would hear and feel sad, Eric deliberately lowered his voice. Besides, there were other beastmen in between, and the cafeteria was noisy, so they probably wouldn’t hear clearly over there.
Michael and Grass were also present that day, and their moods began to sink. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
"Sigh, isn’t it because of those bastards in the Kingdom," Kevin said angrily.
"What happened?" Hearing there was a hidden story, Eric couldn’t help asking.
Kevin looked at the expressions of Max and the others, then craned his neck to look at the distance between them and the Tiger tribe, only then leaning in close to speak quietly.
"Do you know why there are so few beast cubs? Because before the Golden Kingdom planned to sell the small-sized beastmen as goods to humans, the first thing they sold was their cubs."
Eric’s pupils constricted. He opened his mouth in shock; the half-eaten bun almost fell onto the table.
He asked in disbelief: "What? Are they crazy? Regardless of which beastman tribe, cubs are the foundation; how could they!"
Kevin wrote the word "contempt" all over his face: "How precious cubs are. Even though the Rabbit tribe reproduces faster than us, the survival rate of their cubs is low. By doing this, the Kingdom wants to push the small-sized beastmen to the brink of extinction."
Grass’s icy voice drifted over:
"They deserve to die. Daring to touch the cubs caused the small-sized beastmen to revolt. Who knows how many died before some escaped.
But the Kingdom attacked the cubs first, especially the Cat and Rabbit tribe cubs, which are most favored by human nobles; they were almost completely captured.
Only a very small portion escaped. When it was Sunflower’s turn to go catch them, only that little girl was left."
"Moreover, she could escape because her fur color wasn’t favored. I heard that in the human world, black is an unlucky color," Michael added with an expressionless face.
