Thanks to this Snow Wolf body, ever since transmigrating, Eric always felt the meatballs he made tasted much better. The hand strength of a beastman was powerful; every slam of the meat against the bowl created dull thuds, helping the meat texture become tightly bound and possess excellent elasticity.
Skillfully shaping a small meatball, he stirred the par-steamed glutinous rice that wasn't too sticky yet, then rolled the meatball over it once, coating it with a layer of glutinous rice, and arranged it on a plate. The white meatballs looked like pearls lined up evenly, appearing extremely eye-catching.
Accustomed to cooking for many people, Eric habitually prepared a very large amount of food. Fortunately, the steamer used belonged to the mess hall, so its volume was also large. The things he made looked like a lot, but placed on the steaming rack, they were insignificant.
