Since they would return after Tet anyway, Eric wasn't too clingy, but seeing them wearing pitiful expressions with their large ox heads, he found it somewhat amusing.
Balu and Kiet had indeed helped a lot, so he couldn't be heartless. Thus, on the night before they left, he personally cooked a farewell dinner.
The sausages hanging in the warehouse were almost ready to eat. Eric had been looking forward to this for a long time; the handmade sausages were stuffed with plenty of meat, and every time he went to get things, he could smell the fragrant aroma, making him impatient.
Now that the tribe finally had enough food, his rice-craving stomach was awakened. Happily using the farewell feast as an excuse to make delicious food, he took out several large bags of rice.
Food was no longer a worry, so Eric had these bags of rice milled several times into pristine white rice, which would be more fragrant when cooked.
