I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 331: Sichuan Chopped Chili Fish Head

Chapter 331: Chapter 331: Sichuan Chopped Chili Fish Head

One day, Eric planned to go home to see how the fermented chilies were doing. As soon as he entered the door, he heard a "crack-crack" sound.

The noise came from the storage room. He had a guess in his heart and walked over gently.

Sure enough, in the corner where the Marble bird eggs were placed, the giant egg that looked like a dinosaur egg was no longer there, leaving only a pile of broken eggshells on the ground.

Eric’s gaze moved upward and saw a grey chick standing there on two thin little legs, intently gnawing on an eggshell.

It hatched just like that... Eric thought with joy. Before leaving, Evan had told him that the chick was about to hatch. At first, he watched it attentively for a few days, but then he started planting and got so busy that he forgot everything.

He stood at the door, unsure if he should go in. A newborn chick must be very timid; he shouldn’t scare it. But he was worried about whether this little guy was hungry right after being born - look, it was already starting to gnaw on eggshells.

While he was hesitating, the Marble chick finished eating the piece of eggshell in front of it. It turned around intending to eat another piece, and immediately saw Eric, who was instinctively hiding by the door.

Seeing that he was discovered, Eric retracted his retreating steps and awkwardly greeted the chick: "Hello."

The Marble chick was almost as big as an ostrich, only cuter. Its body was chubby, covered in a layer of grey down, far from the majestic appearance of an adult level-three Marble bird magical beast. It was hard to believe this was a Marble bird chick.

Eric was worried it would be frightened and had prepared himself for the chick to run away.

Unexpectedly, the Marble chick only shrank its short neck, then took small steps and slowly walked over. Its two round eyes stared at Eric, seemingly very curious.

Standing stiffly, Eric watched the Marble chick getting closer. Seemingly having determined something, it was no longer cautious, flapping its wings and chirping, though it was unclear what it wanted to express.

"Are you hungry? I’ll go find food for you, don’t run around."

Raising a bird for the first time, Eric clumsily ran into the cellar, grabbed a bag of grain, found a basin, and filled it with seeds for the chick.

The cry of the Marble chick wasn’t majestic at all. It just kept chirping "cheep cheep cheep" endlessly like a sparrow, circling around Eric until it saw the food in the basin, then it stopped and buried its head to eat.

Seeing its ravenous appearance, Eric felt a bit guilty. The worst thing in keeping pets is an irresponsible owner. He wanted to raise it well, but ended up being absent right when the chick hatched.

Luckily he happened to come back in time. Otherwise, if the Marble chick got too hungry and ran out later, it would be terrible if a beastman who didn’t know the situation caught it and roasted it.

Looking gently at the Marble chick intently eating, Eric took the opportunity to stroke the down on its back: "I won’t let you go hungry from now on. Let’s give you a name, hmm, what should we call you?"

He thought hard for a long time, then suddenly clapped his hands and said: "Let’s call you Gray, it sounds affectionate."

After all, they were both grey and equally cute.

After eating Eric’s food, the fresh-out-of-the-oven Gray clung to him even more. Wherever he went, Gray followed.

"Wow, Eric, you actually kept it alive! Michael secretly told me that Marble birds are probably hard to keep alive; usually, they are hatched by the parent bird. You kept it on the heated bed at first, then found it in the way and moved it to the storage room. I didn’t expect it to hatch like this!"

Sam exclaimed in surprise, intending to touch the Marble chick waddling behind Eric with its wings spread.

Eric really didn’t have time to take care of it, so he felt very guilty and didn’t refute.

He came here intending to teach the cafeteria how to make Steamed Fish Head with Chopped Chili, a dish he learned from the channel Dianxi Xiaoge.

There were many people in the tribe who could eat spicy food. Everyone really liked the taste of chopped chili, so it was a good opportunity to use it to make this dish for everyone to taste.

The tribe wouldn’t lack chilies in the future. Eric had removed the seeds from the chilies exchanged from humans previously and planted them all in the yard.

Chili is a plant with strong vitality. It has no natural enemies on this continent, so it grows very well. Under the watering of Eric’s magic, they bore fruit very quickly. Just a few days after picking one batch, another batch grew large. Moreover, Eric kept the seeds from the chilies that grew later. Although chilies without seeds would lack a bit of flavor, doing so accumulated a lot of seeds. Eric had set aside a piece of land specifically to grow chilies.

Chilies reproduce quickly. Once the tribe has plenty of chilies, Eric plans to teach the cafeteria a few more Hunan/Sichuan dishes so everyone can eat to their heart’s content, sweating from the spice; fatigue will also dissipate a lot.

Thinking of the tribesmen’s preference for oily and spicy food, Eric thought adding a few Chinese dishes to the menu wouldn’t be bad. But he wondered if eating a lot of greasy and spicy food would affect the beastmen’s health?

It should be known that the rate of gastrointestinal cancer in China is among the highest in the world. Besides dirty food, a large part of the cause is their habit of eating greasy, spicy food and more meat than vegetables.

He remembered one time the school organized a trip for his group to attend a seminar in Beijing. Because they ate a lot of hot, meaty dishes with few vegetables, their stomachs felt very uncomfortable. The teachers and students bought vegetables and asked the hotel kitchen to boil them.

They explicitly asked not to put oil or salt in the boiling pot. The chef looked at them skeptically, but indeed didn’t put oil or salt while boiling. Who would have expected that after boiling, the ’god’ poured a whole ladle of oil over the vegetable plate?

The look on the waiter’s face when he saw the petrified expressions of the Vietnamese tourist group - Eric still found it funny when thinking back.

Returning to the Steamed Fish Head with Chopped Chili, Eric said:

"Why do you care about Gray? Do you want to learn the chopped chili fish head dish?"

New dishes were naturally the most important. Sam hurriedly smiled: "Eat, eat! Teach me quickly."

These days, there were also many Dwarves helping cook in the cafeteria. Hearing this, they couldn’t help but laugh, slowly gathering around to observe this little magical beast.

"Is this really a level-three magical beast? So cute." Iris praised sincerely.

Females are naturally partial to furry creatures. She couldn’t resist reaching out to touch it.

"Careful!" Sam was quick-eyed and quick-handed, pulling Iris behind him, dodging Gray’s beak.

Gray chirped twice in dissatisfaction, looking warily at Iris.

Smack!

Its head was patted by Eric, neither lightly nor heavily: "You can’t peck people, these are all my tribesmen."

Not knowing if Gray understood, after warning it, Eric worried it might peck others later. There were still many young beastmen in the tribe, especially Dwarf children; getting pecked would definitely hurt a lot.

A vine appeared in his hand. It was better to tie its beak; he would untie it once it got used to people. Although it was a bit inhumane to a bird, there was no other way.

Iris stood dizzily behind Sam, clearly still unaware of what had happened.

"Don’t look at how small it is; this is the chick of a level-three magical beast. Its beak is much more formidable than wild chickens or ducks. It can peck a hole even in stone. You Dwarves are so weak, you must stay away from it," Sam said seriously.

Iris touched her chest in panic: "Oh my god, so fierce? It’s all my fault; I saw it was too cute so I wanted to touch it a little. There was never a chance to see a magical beast chick before."

Hearing these words, Eric made up his mind. The vine extended from his finger, tying Gray’s sharp beak firmly.

"You’re suffering a bit. I’ll pour you another bowl of food when we get home. I’ll untie it for you when you don’t suddenly attack people anymore."

Gray was aggrieved, constantly using its wings to pat its beak to show dissatisfaction. Eric felt guilty and stroked its head to comfort it.

He had been momentarily careless. Gray was affectionate with him, and looked outwardly harmless like a magnified chick, making Eric almost forget this was the young of a level-three magical beast.

Even if it didn’t intend to hurt anyone, randomly pecking a couple of times would be trouble enough. Raising a Marble chick and raising a chicken were not the same. If he didn’t manage it well and it hurt a tribesman, Eric would definitely die of guilt.

Moreover, he wasn’t a professional beast trainer. Raising a magical beast for the first time, it was better to wait until Gray got used to everyone in the tribe before untying the binding on its beak; it wouldn’t be too late.

Although Gray had an aggressive nature, its chubby, fluffy appearance was really cute. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Iris almost got pecked by it, but instead of being angry, she felt a bit guilty for causing the little guy’s mouth to be tied.

The more she looked, the more pitiful she found it, and couldn’t help but feel a surge of maternal instinct.