I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 392: Magic Egg Beater

The group reached out to accept the gifts. Tara was particularly moved, receiving the gift respectfully with both hands.

Actually, Eric felt this young man was tall and big but had a rather naive personality. Just because Old Jack valued Eric, Tara also treated him with extreme respect, which Eric found a bit funny.

Old Jack was a person who valued etiquette, so he didn’t open the gift on the spot but put it away. Since the teacher did so, naturally Tara wouldn’t open his either. Conversely, Richard casually opened the cloth bag, revealing the milky yellow stick-shaped candies inside.

A rich, sweet milky scent assaulted the nose. Richard’s eyes lit up, and he directly grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

The milk candy made by Eric was very soft, like a chewy cloud filled with sweet fresh milk. Eating it brought an overwhelming sense of happiness.

Apart from Old Jack’s sweets, Richard actually didn’t like sweets much, but this piece of milk candy truly captivated him.

In the impression of a mercenary, something with such a rich milk scent would be cheese, but cheese had a foul smell that many couldn’t stand, and Richard didn’t like it.

But he didn’t know how this candy was made; it seemed to have condensed an entire barrel of milk inside. It felt like his whole body was immersed in a lake of sweet condensed milk.

He finally understood why Corbin had been hiding in his tent eating secretly these past few days. He had guessed that for a cunning person like Corbin to avoid everyone for a secret trade, it was definitely to hide something very good.

"Chief, can you sell me some of this candy? Gold coins are not a problem," Richard swallowed the candy in his mouth and immediately said eagerly to Eric.

Eric scratched his head in embarrassment: "Making milk candy is a bit complicated, and our tribe’s white sugar is running out, so we can’t make more for the time being. Next time you come, I will prepare a bit more. After all, we will meet again soon."

Richard lowered his head in disappointment. He rolled his eyes, then went to find Corbin after bidding farewell to Eric.

Old Jack smiled and said, "You even know how to make candy? Just smelling it, I know the quality isn’t bad."

Tara, standing beside them, had swallowed his saliva several times, but because his teacher was right in front of him, he quietly hid the milk candy inside his shirt, planning to eat it when no one was around.

"I wish everyone smooth sailing. The next time we meet, we’ll probably have to wait until spring." Eric smiled and said, "Oh right, I wanted to ask, what are sweet potatoes?"

"Sweet potatoes?"

Old Jack laughed heartily. In his eyes, a chef being curious about ingredients they hadn’t seen before was very normal. He happily replied:

"It’s a type of tuber in the human world. Some people use it as a staple food. Eating it feels similar to earth beans but sweeter. It’s also very delicious when made into desserts."

The more he listened, the more excited he got. Eric asked curiously, "But there were no sweet potatoes in your kitchen..."

Old Jack glanced at the main tent in the distance and pouted, saying:

"Isn’t it all because of Corbin? On the sea, that old guy demanded sweet potato cake every day, then sweet potato pudding. He ate them all before we even arrived. If you are interested, next time I come, I’ll bring you some."

"Actually, besides its taste, I mainly heard that the yield of sweet potatoes is very high, so I wanted to ask you," Eric said.

Thinking for a moment, Old Jack looked up: "Sweet potatoes do have a very high yield; many farms grow them. But it has a disadvantage: a piece of land should only be planted for two years. If you continue planting, the yield will drop sharply, and it will even cause serious pests and diseases."

He liked using sweet potatoes for desserts, so he knew a few high-quality sweet potato suppliers and understood a bit about planting this type of tuber.

Eric had also heard of this point. In fact, many of the best crops shouldn’t be cultivated continuously on the same piece of land.

Sweet potatoes had an additional point compared to potatoes: when planted for more than three years, the soil would produce a trace amount of toxins. Naturally, as it accumulated, it would greatly affect the yield.

The fact that Old Jack was willing to tell him these things showed that he was truly thinking for Eric. Eric said earnestly, "I will pay attention to this point. Thank you very much."

Saying that, he untied another bundle from his waist: "This is a parting gift I’m giving you. Thank you for teaching me these past few days."

In the past, he was very interested in baking but never had the chance to sign up for a class to learn carefully; he could only find time to watch videos and follow along.

Apart from simple egg tarts (where the crust still had to be bought ready-made), the other things he made were terrible.

These past few days, Old Jack had made quite a few desserts, teaching both Tara and him, explaining the details very carefully.

Fearing Eric would forget later, he even carefully wrote all the recipes on a parchment scroll for him.

Hearing Tara secretly recount, Old Jack had three other disciples, and they weren’t so lucky. A dessert had to be practiced countless times until it reached a level recognized by the teacher before they could learn the next one.

He had followed the teacher to learn the trade for over ten years, and from childhood until now, he had only learned over ten desserts and a few dishes.

Old Jack received a lot of inspiration from Eric, so he was also particularly tolerant and generous toward him.

Eric was very grateful for this. Although he only wanted to learn to improve meals for himself and his tribesmen, to humans, these were desserts researched by a high-level chef, and the formula for each was incredibly precious. It could be seen that Old Jack treated him very well.

In return, he had asked Uncle Luban to make a few magic-powered egg beaters. Besides the one for Old Jack, he also kept one for himself to make cakes later.

Beating egg whites was not a light task for humans; poor Tara’s arm muscles had been trained to be extremely developed.

He would bring a small reform to the human world. Don’t look down on the egg beater as just a small item; the convenience it brought was immense.

Uncle Luban had previously made him a grinder. Compared to that, the egg beater was much simpler. Just attaching a level-two Wind attribute magic core to the magic circle on top would allow it to be started many times.

Eric had used this thing before. Although he tried many times, he could never master the fluffiness of the egg whites - stiff peaks, soft peaks, just thinking about it gave him a headache.

But he still remembered the structure of the egg beater. He remembered the shape of the wide flat beaters that could be attached to the bottom and described it in detail to Uncle Luban.

Luban’s forging skills were top-notch in the Dwarf tribe; this little difficulty naturally didn’t trouble him. Treating it like making a toy, he made several for Eric at once.

Eric attached the wide flat beaters, pressed the switch, and the activated magic circle emitted a blue light. The egg beater in his hand began to spin at high speed.

He pointed to the buttons on top and said to Old Jack and Tara: "The top button is fast spin, the middle is low speed, and the bottom one is pause."

He was just about to say what this was used for when Old Jack realized it, his eyes widening in surprise: "God of Light above, is this something used to beat egg whites?"

"Worthy of being a high-level chef, recognizing it at a glance. That’s right, this is an egg beater forged by the Dwarves in our tribe. In the future, when you make desserts, you won’t need to spend so much effort anymore," Eric said with a smile.

The person even more excited than Old Jack was Tara. He stared enthusiastically at the egg beater, thinking to himself:

In the future, I won’t have to use a silver whisk to beat egg whites until my arms fall off. This is great!