I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 125: Kelp

Seafood with a bit of spice was truly an exquisite delicacy.

Eric added some more pepper. The three of them surrounded the pottery pot, eating and hissing in appreciation, sweating on their foreheads despite the winter weather.

After eating a few pieces of the crunchy clam meat, Eric picked up a large crab claw, using his teeth to crack the hard shell.

The thick sauce dripped down, soaking into the snow-white crab meat.

He took a large bite. The sweet, fresh crab meat blended with the spiciness of the chili, that delicious flavor spreading throughout his mouth. One bite felt incredibly satisfying.

What kind of blissful, fairy-tale life was this!

In his previous life, he had craved a king crab so much, but until the day he died, he couldn’t bear to spend the money to buy one.

Now, it was great; crabs several times larger than king crabs were running all over the beach, and he could catch whichever one he wanted to eat. It was no exaggeration to call this a divine life.

"It’s too delicious! It seems we won’t need to hunt for the next few days. There’s countless food here."

Michael copied Eric’s way of eating crab, also picking up a piece of crab, easily biting through the hard shell to eat the meat inside, so delicious he couldn’t help but exclaim.

Max held a crab claw, eating while recalling the color of the crab when it was first caught.

He secretly wondered why, after being cooked, they all turned the same bright red color, and were also strangely delicious.

"Live by the mountains, eat from the mountains; live by the sea, eat from the sea. The food in the sea is countless, it’s just a pity I can’t swim, otherwise, there would definitely be even more delicious food on the seabed."

Like sea urchins, giant lobsters, abalone, sea cucumbers, and all sorts of other sea fish. Those things not only had a milder fishy smell than freshwater fish, but their meat was also firmer and sweeter.

Eric thought about how the river next to their tribe had large shrimp one or two meters long, so the shrimp in the sea must be much larger than the shrimp in the river.

Thinking of this, his eyes couldn’t help but fill with yearning.

But the magical beasts in the sea would certainly have even larger bodies. Going into the sea was too dangerous.

In this world, no matter what creature, its body was enormous, truly like Earth during the Jurassic period, but the area was definitely many times larger than Earth.

"Eric, how do you know so much? Just tell me there’s delicious food in the sea, and I’ll go down and catch it for you!"

As soon as Michael heard him speak, he looked eagerly at the vast ocean, his eyes brimming with a craving for food.

Eric was eating the fragrant, rich crab roe. He quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and waved his hand, saying:

"No, no! What if there are high-level magical beasts down there? We aren’t good at fighting underwater."

"It’ll be fine near the shore. Just let him go. If you want to eat something, just tell him directly, and let him go find it."

Max said nonchalantly from the side.

Seeing that Eric seemed to like it, he helped him peel a few more pieces of crab, using a large crab shell as a bowl, placing the soft meat and golden roe inside, and handed it all to Eric.

Just now, Michael seemed to have asked him why he knew so much. Although it was just a casual question, Eric still felt a little guilty, afraid of being suspected. He quickly changed the subject:

"I just feel that the sea is so much larger than our river, so the food inside must be more plentiful. If it’s safe near the shore, then Michael, just go see what you can catch."

Michael first shot Max a glare, then turned his head to grin at Eric:

"Alright! These things are delicious, but not filling enough. Watch me catch a big fish for you."

With that, he stood up, walked to the shore, transformed into a Snow Wolf, and plunged headfirst into the sea. Eric’s warning to "be careful" hadn’t even left his mouth.

His movements were truly swift. Eric could only shake his head helplessly.

He ate the crab meat and roe that Max had peeled for him, then used the large iron shovel to stir the seawater in the wok.

The seafood just now had been steamed directly over the seawater, so the seawater in the wok now also had the aroma of cooked seafood.

He wondered if the salt boiled from this pot of water would have that special flavor, Eric thought to himself as he sniffed the aroma.

The steamed clams and snails were also very fresh and tender, with a light sweetness even when eaten plain. He shared a few with Max. This steamed version retained the original flavor, which was a good change of pace after eating the spicy food.

Sitting by the shore, Eric washed the shells of the clams and snails they had finished eating. He used the sharp tip of his claw to poke small holes in the shells, then found a hemp rope and strung them into a long chain.

Although these shells were all very large, this size was quite suitable for the cave entrances of the Snow Wolf people.

If he used shells as small as those from his previous life to make a door curtain for his home, it would be a massive project.

It was just that because they were so large, they didn’t look very delicate, but their colors were very beautiful. He had chosen them based on their appearance just now.

He had heard that ancient people often used seashells to make jewelry. He thought he would pick up some more to try making some jewelry.

The Snow Wolf people were really too poor.

They didn’t even have a single piece of dyed cloth.

Regardless of gender, their inherent love for beauty had no conditions to be picky; at most, they would add a few decorations to their animal-skin clothes or the cloth bags worn at their waists.

Now, the main task of filling their stomachs was more than halfway complete; it was time to pay attention to the spiritual needs of the tribe members.

Back in the tribe, Eric had noticed that some Snow Wolf people liked to adorn themselves with beautiful flowers or leaves.

While he was busy stringing shells here, on the other side, Michael finally popped his head out of the sea.

He shook his long fur, which was soaked with seawater, then excitedly showed Eric the large, thrashing fish he held in his mouth.

The fish was about three or four meters long, which wasn’t considered large here.

It had a sharp spike on its head and was struggling unwillingly in Michael’s sharp teeth.

It was just that the other party seemed completely unfazed by its strength, remaining as steady as a rock.

As he doggy-paddled to shore, his upper body gradually emerged.

Only then did Eric see a long string of dark green plants hanging around Michael’s neck, entangled with all sorts of strange sea creatures.

It seemed Michael had used that long plant branch as a rope to tie up the things that were hard to carry, looking like a necklace hung with various pendants, dangling on his long, drenched fur.

"Haha, Michael, your getup looks hilarious." Eric clutched his stomach, bending over with laughter.

Michael, holding the large fish, wearing the "necklace," dragged himself ashore, soaking wet.

He menacingly approached them, threw the fish down, kicked the "necklace" off with his hind leg, and then began to shake his fur vigorously. In an instant, water splashed everywhere.

Max had long anticipated his move. The moment Michael began to shake, he had quickly grabbed Eric and leaped far away.

"He’s just the type that’s asking for a beating."

Although Max’s voice was as calm as usual, Eric could still hear the teeth-gritting anger within it.

He completely agreed with him. This time, he didn’t try to stop him, letting Max, after safely putting him down, chase after Michael, who had turned to flee right after shaking the water off.

The two of them once again chased and fought tumultuously on the beach and in the seawater.

Sand flew everywhere, and seawater splashed, but both of them were very measured, not letting sand fly into the iron wok that was still cooking.

Eric held the large shovel, expressionlessly stirring the pot, while the background noise was the ruckus of the two Snow Wolves fighting, occasionally mixed with a tragic howl from Michael.

Although Michael would occasionally become "hyperactive" after they became closer, he was still very reliable when it came to work. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

He probably saw that the food Eric found all had shells, so on Michael’s "necklace" chain, there were quite a few clams and snails of various strange shapes.

After removing all these things, Eric looked at the long, wide plant used as a rope, and the more he looked, the more familiar it seemed.

He observed it carefully for a moment, then picked it up and broke off a piece. The feeling was also very familiar.

He slapped his head.

Wasn’t this the rehydrated kelp from his previous life!

Please forgive a child who grew up inland and had never seen fresh kelp, so it took him a while to recognize it.

This was good stuff!

It could be preserved for a long time when dried, and after rehydrating, the flavor was even fresher.

Using it to make a salad or soup would be absolutely perfect!