The "large earth beans" here were grown in a completely natural environment, without the stimulants of modern times, so their flavor was especially fresh and sweet, more delicious than any potato Eric had ever eaten.
After eating several large pieces to satisfy his craving, he contentedly picked up a flatbread, used chopsticks to spread a layer of shredded potatoes evenly on top, rolled it up, and took a big bite. A layer of fluffy, crispy crust, a layer of rich meat filling, plus a layer of spicy, crunchy potatoes—it both cut the grease and elevated the flavor.
Eric chewed the food in his mouth leisurely, a feeling of satisfaction surging through him.
"Eric is still the smart one, he really knows how to eat!" Michael followed his way, rolling up a flatbread and taking a bite, exclaiming in amazement.
He could get praised as smart for this? Ever since turning into a Snow Wolf child, Eric had been praised every day.
