The paper factory was a distance away from the tribe.
For the convenience of paper making and drainage, Eric chose a location near the riverbank. On the way there, he casually picked some wild vegetables to bring home.
"Still angry? I'll make pickled pepper pork skin for you, okay? Don't you like spicy food? Let me tell you, no one has eaten the finished pickled peppers yet; you'll be the first."
Eric looked at Arthur's still unhappy appearance and spoke in a tone used for coaxing children.
Hearing that he would be the first to eat this "pickled pepper" dish, Arthur's eyes lit up. He tried to suppress the corners of his mouth that wanted to curve up.
"Really? Then I have to see if it's tasty first."
See, the world of a glutton is just that simple. Eric shrugged.
