The rich braising sauce that Eric cooked at home was also poured into the large pots; the longer the sauce simmered, the more fragrant it became.
The organs that had been braised from the previous meal were also put into pottery jars and brought over.
Just as evening fell, the new pots of organs had also become tender.
Everyone worked together to fish them out, placing them into large pottery jars, then ladled the broth over them and sealed the lids to let the flavor slowly seep in.
The newly fired pottery bowls and plates had also been delivered to the communal kitchen. The quantity was still not enough, but since it was just a trial, the tribe members would prepare their own bowls and plates.
Many chopsticks had been made; Jessica had gone into the forest to cut bamboo, whittling hundreds of pairs.
Most of the food Eric made was more convenient to eat with chopsticks. For the sake of delicious food, the vast majority of the tribe members had now learned how to use them.
Looking at the scale of the kitchen, Eric silently calculated. When the kitchen officially opened, it would definitely need a few more people in charge of washing and cleaning up; otherwise, these few people would be too busy to handle it.
Don’t be fooled by the fact that there were only a few hundred people; to feed them all, each meal required five to six tons of food. The entire kitchen also had to be rebuilt with bricks and tiles before winter; this animal skin shed was too rudimentary.
As the tribe members returned one by one, Marilin and the few Dwarf women also went back to their tents to call everyone to come and eat.
After having tasted the fish Eric made, even though the ingredient this time was organs, the Snow Wolf people did not hesitate to run over with their large basins.
The aroma of the braised dish had been wafting throughout the tribe since noon; they had long been craving it.
Jessica and Iris were in charge of serving the food to the Snow Wolf people, while the few Dwarf women took care of their own side.
Sam and the others, afraid that Eric’s arm would be too tired to lift after serving the food, ladled a full pottery bowl for him and sent him to a wooden table to rest. Being coaxed like a child every day, Eric was already used to it.
He treated the bowl of braised food as a snack, eating while observing everyone’s reactions.
Patriarch Thomas had announced beforehand that the Snow Wolf people’s portion today was only for tasting, not enough to fill them up.
But for the Dwarfs, he waved his hand, letting everyone eat their fill without having to submit any food.
Every one of the Snow Wolf people was like a reincarnated hungry ghost. Those with a bit more restraint brought their food home to eat, while many immediately found an empty spot, squatted down, and devoured everything.
It was only then that Eric realized something he had overlooked. He had forgotten that the Snow Wolf people were not used to using tables and chairs. Even his own family was the same; every time they ate, they sat on the floor around a large wooden board.
It had been a long time since he had sat on a mat to eat; he didn’t know why he had returned to the days of his hometown after coming here. He decided he would start with his own home, moving a large table in to let everyone gradually get used to it.
Otherwise, in the future, would the entire kitchen be a scene of Snow Wolf people holding basins and sitting on the ground? How much ground would that require?
Each Snow Wolf person was given about ten kilograms of braised organs, which was just enough to line their stomachs, but this flavor was something grilled meat could not compare to.
In an instant, the inside and outside of the kitchen were filled with praise.
"I’ve been smelling the food Eric cooks every day, and today I finally get to eat it." A male beastman said while eating, his deep-set features relaxed in happiness.
His mate sitting next to him glanced at him with a smile: "Such a glutton, be careful the cubs don’t laugh at you."
Meanwhile, Thomas was also quietly observing.
Recently, he had often gone for a walk on the construction site and was increasingly discovering the benefits of bricks and tiles.
Since Eric’s arrival, the food problem had been largely solved, and now he was beginning to consider improving the tribe’s standard of living.
Eric was always muttering with anticipation about wanting to build a new house, and over time, Thomas was also somewhat swayed.
If the tribe were to build new houses as well, it would be best to build them around Eric’s plot of land, so that the kitchen placed in the middle would be the most logical.
He discovered that this young boy, ever since being carried back by Max from the heavy rain, had become very sensible and also very concerned about the future of the tribe.
For example, with the house-building, he not only wanted to build one for himself but was also preparing bricks for the other Snow Wolf people.
Eric didn’t say it, but as a patriarch, how could he not see it?
Moreover, Patriarch Joseph of the Dwarfs was in his ear every day, full of admiration and praise, until Thomas’s ears were about to grow calluses.