Moon frowned, and his expression only softened when Eric brought out the silver plates and silver bowls from inside. If it weren’t for the aroma of the food, he would have thrown the other party and the basin out as soon as this beastman took out the large basin.
Finally, he took out a set of silver forks and spoons, making a complete set.
Eric smiled fawningly and said: "I just went back to make this. This is Braised Pork, braised meat; that plate is braised ribs and marrow bones. Over there is the appetizer dessert, cake, and Double-skin Milk. Although a bit crude, the taste is very good. You taste it."
No matter how exquisite, he was essentially a dragon. Moon unknowingly put his legs down, sat up straight, heard this, nodded proudly, picked up the spoon first, and tasted a piece of cake.
Usually, the weather was hot this season, and even dragons couldn’t avoid feeling the heat. A piece of cold cake entered his mouth, cool and refreshing. The taste was different from other cakes he had eaten, softer, very moist in the middle, smooth, with a milky scent and a hint of fruity fragrance cooling him to the heart.
Unexpectedly better than imagined. The reason Moon knew Arthur brought a beastman partner back was also hearing from other dragons. This beastman’s cooking skills were very powerful; dragons near Arthur’s territory were tortured by the aroma every day.
If it were other dragons, they might have long found enough reasons to go for a free meal. Ironically, it was Arthur; give them a few guts and they wouldn’t dare.
Moon initially felt disdainful. He didn’t expect this beastman to actually have talent. Just this dessert alone, even many human chefs couldn’t make it.
He carried space magic and entered and exited Dragon Island freely. The Dragon King also turned a blind eye. It was very hard to completely confine a dragon who knew space magic, and the Dragon King knew he wasn’t the type to cause trouble, so he didn’t waste effort.
When he had time, he would go to other continents for a stroll, especially loving the human continent.
Although humans were weak, regarding cooking, they had more styles than other races. He especially liked to go. The Elf tribe’s food wasn’t bad either; unfortunately, he could only go secretly and leave secretly, otherwise, if discovered, a fight would be unavoidable.
As for the dessert this Snow Wolf brought, even if placed in the human empire, it was top-grade. Truly strange, a beastman, knowing how to make desserts that only human nobles could enjoy.
With such suspicion, he tasted a piece of Double-skin Milk again. There wasn’t such a dessert here yet. Moon couldn’t help scooping another spoonful; the flavor was fragrant and rich, with many layers, which could be called magical.
"How is it? Is the taste very good? I also know how to make ginger milk curd with sugar, roasting brown sugar into caramel, plus milk jelly that is chewier than Double-skin Milk; the taste is also great!" Eric said with teary eyes full of expectation.
"Just so-so." Moon told a lie, then started trying the other meat plates.
Initially, he didn’t care for these meat plates that looked crude, but the aroma of meat kept drilling into his nose. having a good experience with the dessert, Moon’s expectations for these meat plates increased.
The Braised Pork was reddish-pink, making one crave food; Moon’s first choice was it.
The first chopstick attempt failed to pick it up; the meat was stewed too soft. With a little force, it broke into two pieces.
It was the first time eating meat like this. Moon was a bit curious and tasted a piece gently.
Then, he tasted all the braised meat and bones.
A beauty is a beauty; gnawing on bones also made people feel pleasing to the eye.
Eric rested his chin on his hand, sitting opposite in boredom, watching the other party eat intently, feeling a bit of achievement in his heart.
It had to be said, after coming here, his cooking skills had improved a lot. Previously, he only occasionally made some healthy food when he had time. Usually, working, he had no time and just ordered takeout to get through the meal.
Now seeing others like the food he made was also a different kind of satisfaction.
Finally, whether salty or sweet, not a bit was left.
Moon ate elegantly but quickly, without any messiness, wiped his mouth with satisfaction, and his gaze towards Eric softened a lot.
"Speak, trying so hard to please me, is there something you want to ask? Don’t say it’s because you broke a hole in my garden."
Eric smiled sheepishly and scratched his head: "It’s like this, the Dragon King reinforced the barrier, but I want to return to the Fantasy Dream Continent..."
Moon immediately understood: "You want me to use space magic to teleport you there?"
"Uh-huh." Eric nodded excitedly.
If he were in Snow Wolf form, his tail would surely be wagging mostly.
Thinking for a moment, Moon still shook his head: "No can do. That guy Arthur is the Dragon King’s darling. If I let you go, he will definitely come to find me for trouble."
Hearing this, Eric lowered his head in disappointment: "Can’t you just teleport me alone?"
Moon looked at him with disbelief, making Eric’s back go cold, not knowing what was wrong with his sentence. Could it be Moon was defending Arthur?
"Are you mistaken? Arthur and you signed a soul contract, and you still want to return to the Fantasy Dream Continent alone? I think you want Arthur to seek revenge on me."
Unexpectedly, Moon shook his head even harder than before.
This damn contract. Eric truly gave up. He lowered his eyes and lay on the table: "Sigh, my partner is still in the tribe. Arthur isn’t my partner."
Facts proved that any intelligent creature loved gossip. Moon got excited as soon as he heard it: "Tell me, what exactly is going on."
Eric rolled his eyes: "You don’t plan to help anyway. Not asking you to spit the food out is good enough, still want to hear gossip? Keep dreaming. Let’s go, Kanude."
Unexpectedly, this Snow Wolf person flipped his face so fast. Moon was choked into a daze, and before he could react, he watched helplessly as the other party rode the big dog and flew away leisurely, so angry his face turned blue and red.
"No wonder he can live with Arthur." Moon gritted his teeth in anger.
...
Eric returned to the cave dejectedly, lay on the bed without saying a word, and casually kicked away Arthur who was leaning close.
"I’m annoyed right now, go away. None of you dragons are good."
Just looking at his appearance, Arthur guessed it wasn’t successful. Moon not being easy to talk to was also within expectations.
He was a bit happy in his heart; this way Eric couldn’t return to the Beastman continent and could only stay here. But seeing him so unhappy, Arthur was still more worried.
But this matter was originally his fault. Arthur sat on the ground, not knowing what to do. Approaching would probably only make Eric more angry.
Moon was really something too. For him, it was just a matter of lifting a hand, yet he refused to help.
Thinking for a while, he took out a few rings from his bosom, painfully chose one of them, held it, and flew out.
In the Elf territory.
Evan’s letter arrived unexpectedly fast. Fanta and the others had just sat around when the stone slab emitted a dazzling light.
A scroll appeared. Fanta picked it up to look, his expression changed unpredictably, looking at the Snow Wolf people with complicated eyes.
Kevin was extremely anxious, his neck stretching long, trying to see what was written on it. Unfortunately, he didn’t know the Elf language. He was already at the bottom of the class learning human language; Elf language was even more incomprehensible.
"What does it say? Is Evan willing to help us?"
Although the other Snow Wolf people didn’t speak, their expressions were full of urgency.
Seeing this, Fanta didn’t hide it: "His Highness the Prince will teleport here later. You guys wait a moment."
The remaining Elves’ expressions didn’t change, but they all looked at Fanta in disbelief. The Elf with braided hair asked incredulously: "The Prince wants to use teleportation magic to come here?"
Fanta nodded cautiously.