I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 341: Pickled Peppers Cause Trouble

The paper factory was a distance away from the tribe.

For the convenience of paper making and drainage, Eric chose a location near the riverbank. On the way there, he casually picked some wild vegetables to bring home.

"Still angry? I’ll make pickled pepper pork skin for you, okay? Don’t you like spicy food? Let me tell you, no one has eaten the finished pickled peppers yet; you’ll be the first."

Eric looked at Arthur’s still unhappy appearance and spoke in a tone used for coaxing children.

Hearing that he would be the first to eat this "pickled pepper" dish, Arthur’s eyes lit up. He tried to suppress the corners of his mouth that wanted to curve up.

"Really? Then I have to see if it’s tasty first."

See, the world of a glutton is just that simple. Eric shrugged.

The skin of the thorn pig was very thick, about the width of a hand. Eric went to the cafeteria to beg for a large piece of thorn pig meat. He sliced off the skin, removing every bit of fat, then cut it into thin slices and then into strips before blanching them in a pot.

The cleaned pork skin bubbled in the pot. He added Sichuan pepper and star anise, and the pig’s gamey smell almost disappeared.

Not long after, the broth in the pot turned slightly milky white; this was because the fat in the pork skin had rendered out.

Eric fished out most of the pork skin, leaving the rest in the pot to continue cooking; he would make pork skin aspic later.

The pork skin he fished out still retained a crunchy texture. Eric put it into a basin and used ice water to cool it down, making the skin even crispier.

At this moment, Eric couldn’t help but exclaim that knowing magic was wonderful. In this season, if he wanted ice, he had ice. If not, since there were no refrigerators here, where would he find ice cubes?

Arthur squatted aside, watching intently. He had long forgotten about being angry, focusing only on Eric’s movements.

Eric went down to the cellar to retrieve half a jar of pickled peppers along with the brine. He took the pork skin that had been cooled in ice water and put it into the pickled pepper basin. The brine was just enough to submerge the pork skin.

He added salt and rice vinegar. After soaking for a while, the pork skin would absorb the seasoning and be ready to eat.

Actually, this dish was best made with white vinegar, but conditions were limited. The taste of rice vinegar was refreshing, so the result surely wouldn’t be bad.

"Eric, is this really good? Why do I smell something pungent?" Arthur sniffed, his face wrinkling from the smell of the pickled peppers.

"Of course. Aren’t peppers pungent too? It’s just that pickled peppers are indeed more pungent, but I guarantee they taste good."

"Just now, when I went to the cafeteria to get meat, I saw they had intestines of flying magic beasts today. Go get some for me, and I’ll make pickled pepper stir-fried intestines for you."

Although Arthur was skeptical about the smell of the pickled peppers, since Eric said it was good, it couldn’t be wrong. He happily stood up to go get the intestines.

Seeing him leave, Eric went down to the cellar again to get a few potatoes. He peeled and shredded them, then chopped some pickled peppers, quickly stir-frying a large plate of shredded potatoes with pickled peppers.

This dish was both fast and fragrant. Its taste had the added flavor of pickled peppers compared to stir-frying with dried peppers or chili peppers.

This was a method he had accidentally discovered in his previous life. Originally, because he didn’t have dried peppers at home and wanted to eat hot and sour shredded potatoes, he used pickled peppers instead.

Unexpectedly, after trying it once, the dish turned out surprisingly delicious. Since then, he always used pickled peppers when stir-frying shredded potatoes.

Satisfied, sniffing the aroma from the plate, Eric placed the plate of shredded potatoes, piled high like a small mountain, on the dining table.

At this moment, Arthur also ran back carrying a basin of intestines. One look and you could tell it was a basin "swiped" from the cafeteria.

"Sam told us to save some for him, hmph, I don’t care about him." The first thing Arthur did after putting the basin down was to tattle.

Just now, when he went to get the pork, he had seen the resentful look in Sam’s eyes... so he had run back at top speed. Eric guiltily touched his nose.

"Let’s save some for him later, or I’m afraid he’ll really cry," Eric said with a headache.

Arthur pouted, but his gaze penetrated the glass window, looking at the plate of shredded potatoes on the dining table.

"It smells so good. The scent seems a bit different from the shredded potatoes you made before!"

As expected of a glutton, he noticed the difference with just one sniff. Eric said amusingly:

"This is shredded potato stir-fried with pickled peppers. Go taste it and see how it is."

"We’ll eat together later." Arthur tore his eyes away with difficulty and swallowed his saliva.

This silly dragon was getting cuter by the day. Eric looked at him with the eyes of a father looking at his foolish son, feeling very reassured.

The set of flying magic beast intestines Arthur brought back contained all parts and had already been cleaned. Eric just needed to boil them briefly, fish them out, and cut them into small pieces.

He heated oil in a pan. When it was nearly hot, he added minced pickled peppers and sliced garlic. When the aroma of pickled peppers rose from the pan and the intestines were cooked, he added a little soy sauce, sprinkled a handful of green onions, and took it off the heat.

"You taste it too." Eric impatiently stuffed a piece into his mouth and picked up another piece for Arthur.

It was the flavor of pickled pepper stir-fried intestines he hadn’t eaten in a long time!

He was so moved that the rims of his eyes turned red. The intestines were sour, spicy, and chewy. Biting into one revealed not only the fresh taste but also the spicy kick of the pickled peppers. It was so nostalgic.

While he was feeling emotional, a head suddenly pressed close in front of him. A shadow covered him, and then a stream of hot air gently blew against his mouth.

Eric was frightened out of his wits. His legs seemed to have springs as he jumped back. He covered his mouth in fear, staring wide-eyed and saying angrily, "You... you... you, why did you get so close!"

Arthur looked up innocently and said blankly, "I thought you burned your mouth, that’s why your eyes were red... Sorry."

He was just moved by eating a familiar dish, okay!

Eric wanted to retort but couldn’t conveniently state the truth. He puffed up his cheeks in anger, lowered his hands, and started to complain:

"You scared me to death, next time don’t..."

Clang! A loud noise of a heavy object falling to the ground rang out, cutting off Eric’s words.

Eric looked in the direction of the sound only to see Sam standing like a statue at the courtyard door. On the ground, several snails the size of washbasins were scattered everywhere.

"I, you, him..." Sam’s language system was completely disordered. His finger pointed back and forth between Eric and Arthur, stuttering unable to form a complete sentence.

Why is there always an audience whenever there’s an awkward scene! And how many times had he said it? Whether the courtyard gate works or not, you must knock before entering the house!

But it seemed he hadn’t closed the door just now. Right, the person who entered last was Arthur...

Eric kept a poker face, but his insides were screaming frantically.

Stiffening for a moment, he twitched the corner of his mouth: "Don’t misunderstand, he thought I was burned..."

This reason wasn’t convincing at all. A Snow Wolf’s mouth isn’t burned that easily!

Eric was weeping internally. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Oh god, this awkward scene made him want to dig a hole and crawl into it! Could someone let him find a pit to hide in first?