Hearing Eric's call, the few beastmen lingering nearby couldn't be bothered to pretend to be passersby anymore.
One person called out to another, and they all scampered back home, pulling out everything from wooden bowls and earthenware pots to even coconut ladles, afraid that if they were even a little slow, there would be none left for them.
"This kid is still as soft-hearted as ever." Michael and the other warriors unconsciously shared the same thought: "Could it be that the previous times they shamelessly came to freeload, he also treated them like this?"
Max stood beside him, his large hand gently stroking Eric's soft, smooth hair, his eyes filled with a doting smile, as if looking at a priceless treasure.
Although he felt a bit like "borrowing flowers to offer Buddha," using the Ox-Head tribe's food to treat guests, Eric still had his own reasoning.
He thought to himself, it's fine, I'm going to give them this secret recipe anyway.
