The wine was stored in a jar. William Carter opened it and took a sniff; it should be barley wine, not very strong, probably only about ten percent alcohol, which was expected. In a place like this, the alcohol content couldn't possibly be high. Even on Earth, that kind of strong liquor like "baodaozi" isn't found everywhere in the world.

The pork was cut into chunks, put into water to remove the blood, then taken out and drained.

It was placed in a large wooden basin, wine was poured in, salt was added, and then some apples were smashed and thrown in.

“Dick, you’re strong, come help me stir them.” William Carter demonstrated, then called over Little Henry.

Being called on, Little Henry felt deeply honored, took the rolling pin from William Carter, and began stirring vigorously.

“Aunt Lillian, are there any more empty jars?” William Carter asked, holding the emptied wine jar.

“Yes, there are.”

The next steps were simple: soak the mixed meat in clean water for a while, drain it a bit, then toss half into wheat flour and half into cornmeal, rolling them thoroughly so the flour or cornmeal completely coated the meat chunks.

In the ten or so cleaned jars, potato chunks were placed at the bottom, then layers of meat and potato were stacked alternately.

Once everything was packed, the jars were put in the steamer and steamed.

Before long, several large pots in the courtyard were all in action.

“Does it taste good?” Little Ivy licked her lips, a little greedy.

“You’ll know soon enough.” William Carter smiled.

This way of making steamed pork with rice flour wasn’t exactly authentic. But for people who drank that kind of meat broth every morning and gnawed on black bread... William Carter was really looking forward to their reaction.

Once the water boiled, it didn’t take long for a mouthwatering aroma to gradually fill the courtyard.

“What are you making? Why does it smell so good?” Even separated by a courtyard wall, Owen Smith and his group from the main house came over, and as for Little Ivy and the others who had been waiting, they couldn’t hold back any longer, standing by the steamer, eyes shining like hungry wolves staring at the food.

Following William Carter’s instructions, the steaming lasted for almost two full hours.

By the time the fire was turned off, the courtyard was already filled with a rich aroma. The strong scent of meat, mixed with the subtle fragrance of potatoes, wheat, and corn, blended into an indescribable smell that was incredibly appetizing.

“Hurry up and eat! Hurry up and eat!” The children urged impatiently.

When the jars were carried to the long wooden table, almost everyone was intoxicated by the smell.

William Carter leaned over the jar and took a sniff; the aroma was rich and mellow, even better than he had expected. Maybe it was because the ingredients in this world were better than those on Earth when he left?

When he scooped a piece of meat into his mouth with a small spoon, this guess was confirmed.

Not sticky or greasy, tender yet chewy, with a rich aroma and just the right texture, it gave his taste buds an incredibly satisfying experience.

This other world is great! At least when it comes to food, it’s not worse than Earth at all.

Closing his eyes to savor it, William Carter let out a satisfied sigh. With ingredients this delicious, once he gathered all kinds of materials in the future and recreated the legendary dishes from Earth one by one, what kind of flavors would that be?

When William Carter opened his eyes, he was stunned by the scene at the table.

Owen Smith and his group were showing him what it meant to eat big chunks of meat and drink big bowls of wine, cheeks bulging as they devoured the food; Little Ivy and the other kids had their mouths covered in grease; as for Aunt Lillian and the women, their eating posture was a bit more refined, but their hands moved just as fast!

Until the whole tabletop looked like a scorched field, not a blade of grass left.

“William Carter big brother, you’re amazing!” Little Henry Dick wiped his mouth, holding his obviously bulging belly, and praised loudly.

“That’s right, that’s right!” The kids all nodded, their eyes shining as they stared at William Carter; it seemed that just one meal had completely won them over.

Owen Smith and some of the others exchanged glances, finally understanding what William Carter meant this morning when he knocked the bread on the table—compared to this meal, what they usually ate was pig food. No, even pigs wouldn’t eat it!

“Let’s do it this way from now on.” Owen Smith instructed Aunt Lillian and the others.

After tonight, if it was still meat broth and bread tomorrow, Owen Smith had no doubt he’d spit out whatever he put in his mouth!

Chapter 4: Level Three Magic Apprentice William Carter

Not long after dinner, maybe just an hour or two, it got dark. The mercenary compound where William Carter lived, along with the whole town outside, gradually quieted down.

There was nothing here. No electric lights, no television, no computers, no internet, and no cars coming and going.

With nothing to entertain themselves, people’s only choice was to go to bed early.

The children slept soundly, while some adults played adult games—those with strong character were naturally full of vigor, those without, not so much.

The mercenary backyard was a row of houses. Lying in bed, listening to the faint sounds of activity from the surrounding beds, William Carter shook his head helplessly. The soundproofing here was really bad!

For someone like him, who had tasted the pleasures of the flesh, hearing these sounds made it all too easy to get carried away.