"When this pot of stewed bones is ready later, you all can eat as much as you want." Eric was teased by the group until he burst out laughing.
Under his command, everyone worked together to make a stone mortar, then helped him grind all the wheat into flour.
Looking at the amount of flour ground, Eric mentally calculated the amount needed to make the meat-filled pies, estimated setting aside half, and took the rest to store in the kitchen.
With the appetites of these people, the number of pie crusts needed would also consume quite a bit of flour.
Afraid he would get tired, everyone enthusiastically wanted to knead the dough for him. This was a task that required technique; don't be fooled by its simple appearance, an ordinary person needed skill to knead a good dough.
Eric was a bit hesitant to entrust it to these clumsy-handed Snow Wolf people, thought for a moment, then chose the person he found the most meticulous, Michael, to help.
