"I was planning to wash these eggs to salt for later use. Since you're here, hurry up and give me a hand. Remember to be gentle so you don't break the shells."
Eric pointed to the baskets of eggs in the house and said with a smile.
Nowadays, ordering the beastmen to work had become increasingly natural for him. Grass and the others were also accustomed to the routine, finding stools to sit down and help wash the eggs.
Eric found a few clean rags and instructed them to wipe gently with the rag if they encountered stubborn dirt.
"Don't worry, we aren't as clumsy as Sam; we won't break your eggs," Michael couldn't help but laugh reassuringly upon hearing Eric's repeated worried instructions.
Eric scratched his cheek and laughed along.
Max also intended to sit down and help, but just then Eric ran to the yard to hug a large iron pot into the doorway, so he stood up to go help carry it.
As soon as he stepped out, Grass and Michael exchanged meaningful glances and smiled.
