Looking at the bustling scene before him, Thomas couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
The young boy Eric seemed to be planning the tribe's future very seriously, from food to shelter, everything was planned.
If it weren't for his weak body, he was truly more capable than Max; his foresight alone was unparalleled.
Originally, Thomas had intended to let the Dwarfs return after they had recovered their strength.
It was Max who had explained to him the benefits the Dwarfs could bring, which was when Thomas changed his mind.
And seeing where Max ran off to every day, it was easy to tell who had influenced his thinking.
Now, whether it was the newly joined Dwarfs or the Snow Wolf people in the tribe, everyone praised Eric endlessly.
Whenever he had something to do, everyone scrambled to help. This couldn't help but make Thomas feel a warmth in his heart.
He recalled that Luci had secretly cried several times for her deceased best friend, heartbroken that she couldn't see Eric's current sensible demeanor.
As for Max, that rotten kid, he had always been cold to Eric before, to the point that Luci even hit him twice.
And now, just when Eric had finally managed to think things through, Max was sticking to him every day.
A few days ago, he went to the construction site and even heard the Dwarfs secretly gossiping that Max had dared to lay a hand on a cub, which made him fly into a rage on the spot.
But as a father, he still understood his son's character, so he went to find Michael and ask first. Hearing that it was just a misunderstanding, Thomas was relieved.
...
Eric was completely unaware of these rumors; it was just that occasionally when passing by a crowd, their hesitant gazes made him a little suspicious.
They probably want to ask me which god's messenger I am again. He thought so and decided it was better not to go over and ask.
This meal left both the Snow Wolf people and the Dwarfs feeling unsatisfied.
Especially the Dwarfs; since coming to the Thomas tribe, their perceptions had been constantly shattered.
In their impression, beastmen were all backward, poor, and savage. Who would have thought that upon arriving here, it would be a cub who taught them about better building materials, more optimal heating equipment, and was even a better cook than them.
It was as if he were blessed by the gods, his mind full of things that others could never think of, no matter how hard they tried.
Eric was very satisfied with the tribe members' reactions. He leisurely took some chili powder from a cloth pouch at his waist and sprinkled it on a piece of intestine, secretly feeling a pang of regret.
If only there were vegetable oil, he could have made proper fragrant chili oil, but animal fat would solidify.
Using soybeans to press oil was clearly not enough. One kilogram of beans could only produce less than a hundred grams of oil; he couldn't use up all the beans the tribe members had saved just for his own palate.
While Eric felt that life was a bit tight, the other tribe members found this year to be incredibly abundant. Beans could be made into tofu, fish and shrimp provided them with another type of food, and now even the organs of magical beasts could be eaten, saving at least half the beastmen's rations each day.
It was fortunate that the one who transmigrated was Eric. If it were someone from another nation, they would probably think of attacking and seizing territory first.
Only the descendants of Lac Hong, wherever they went, never forgot about cultivation and cuisine. Even in the harshest environments, they had to find something edible, and would even research how to eat the entire kitchen stove.
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By the time the tribe members had gradually dispersed, Max returned with the warriors who had finished their training. Eric had saved several jars of braised organs for them.
Sam brought them out, while Jessica and Iris filled pottery bowls for them. A crowd of Snow Wolf people sat gathered outside the shed, grilling meat while simultaneously picking up the braised food in astonishment, afraid that if they ate a little slower, someone else would snatch it away.
Today, several thousand kilograms of organs had been consumed, yet everyone still felt it wasn't enough. Thomas, with a smile on his face, sat down next to Eric and Max.
"Everyone can accept the taste of the organs; from now on, we don't need to throw away the daily organs anymore!" He was so excited he wanted to pat Eric on the shoulder.
In the past, it wasn't that tribe members hadn't tried eating organs to fill their stomachs, but everyone who did ended up vomiting.
Before Thomas's hand could land on Eric's shoulder, it was caught in mid-air by Max. He frowned slightly and said:
"Cubs can't withstand great strength."
Eric dazedly raised his head, looking at the two hands above him.
What's going on?
Michael and Kevin watched this scene with amusement, the teasing smiles on their lips impossible to hide.
If it weren't for maintaining his dignity as patriarch, Thomas would have just wanted to give his son a long, hard glare.