She said she was inviting the beastmen as guests and couldn't just let them have a small taste, but seeing how Ms. Julia bustled about, her forehead beaded with sweat despite the chilly weather, it was as if she were preparing a lavish banquet.
Letting an old woman work so hard made Eric feel truly guilty. He washed his hands, rolled up his sleeves, and intended to step up and help, but was unceremoniously pushed away by her.
"Go, go, go, go play outside!"
Ms. Julia gently pushed him out with her flour-covered hands, speaking in a tone used to placate children:
"My bread dough is made with a family secret; a kid can't do it. Be good, go play outside, little cub."
Even though she knew Eric was the tribe leader of a powerful Snow Wolf tribe, in Ms. Julia's eyes, he was still just a child who needed to be pampered. She couldn't bring herself to treat him as an adult beastman, so she just pushed and coaxed him out of the small, cozy earthen house.
