When he arrived, food had already been prepared at his seat, ready to be picked up and eaten.
He was indeed a little hungry.
Eating the grilled skewers in hand, Alka couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh.
Who would have thought that the best food they could make was this kind of grilled skewer? Simple and straightforward, not much skill required, just enough ingredients and seasoning. And it was Pororo’s handiwork.
Among the mbers of Burning, except for Julia and Lucilia, everyone had a bit of cooking skill, but that skill could really only be described as "a bit." The best among them was surprisingly Jason, who had been forced to learn by cooking for himself between the ages of 12 and 14. So you couldn’t expect his cooking to be great, but it was at least edible. As for Chadite’s cooking... well, at least it wouldn’t kill you.
As for himself, although he knew how to cook, you couldn’t expect a modern person who had traversed to this dieval-like place to still be able to perform culinary feats. Not to ntion that many of the vegetables and ats were processed differently here, and a variety of seasonings had changed. Alka’s cooking quality depended on how many ingredients he could get that were relevant or related to his past life. Good results could be called delicious; bad ones could be called poison. Because certain seasonings could enhance the flavor when added sparingly, but just a bit too much would inexplicably make the food incredibly unpalatable. What kind of ingredients were these, needing such precise asuring? And there were all sorts of combinations of ingredients that would taste terrible together; it all made him frantic.
As for Pororo, his deep-sea sashimi was exceptional; he could always precisely find the fish that were very suitable for making sashimi. His barbecue skills also weren’t bad. But that was about it; they couldn’t always have barbecue and sashimi on the ship.
Eating the grilled skewers in hand, Alka’s desperation for a chef grew even more acute.
"Look, a shooting star!"
At this mont, a star streaked across the night sky.
Sharp-eyed Lucilia imdiately exclaid, "Quick, quick, make a wish!"
Upon hearing this, the others were also in a relaxed mood and casually made so small wishes.
Looking at the stars in the sky, Alka casually thought, "I hope to find a chef suitable for our team, one with excellent culinary skills!"
He hadn’t expected this world to also have the unwritten rule that wishes made upon seeing a shooting star were more likely to co true. It seed that every world had so similarities. Perhaps that was just humanity?
This brief interlude added more color to tonight’s barbecue party.
When everyone was halfway through eating and had begun to chat, Pororo suddenly raised a hand, gesturing downward. The others noticed and imdiately lowered their voices but didn’t fall completely silent. Instead, they began to communicate slowly, their eyes darting around, conveying ssages.
Pororo’s ears twitched slightly as he said softly, "Soone’s coming."
Upon hearing this, the few of them stopped pretending, imdiately alert and staring into the nearby darkness.
Against the moonlight, they saw soone staggering toward them in the distance. The person’s movents were wobbly, seemingly very strained.
As the figure drew closer, his appearance beca clear, and it could only be described as miserable.
This was a male who looked emaciated but stood about 1.8 ters tall. His face was covered in dirt, making his stubble appear black, though his head was shiny and bald. He looked extrely weak, his body abnormally thin. His clothes were ragged, with scorched edges here and there. From certain angles, they could see wounds on his body, so already inflad and festering.
He gazed at Alka and the others with bloodshot eyes, his nose twitching continually.
"Finally found people. Can you give so food and water? I feel like I’m about to die."
Chadite slightly shook his head at the others. Jason imdiately stepped forward and supported the man, then took out his waterskin and handed it to him.
The man, as thin as a bamboo pole, grabbed the waterskin and drank, GLUG GLUG GLUG, until it was entirely empty. He then let out a heavy sigh, seeming to finally co back to life.
"You seem to haven’t eaten for a long ti," Jason said from nearby. "If you eat these grilled skewers directly, there might be problems." So basic dical knowledge, especially ergency rescue thods, was a requisite for a mber of the Treasure Hunting Team.
The man waved his hand. "Don’t worry, my physique is special; I won’t be affected."
Hearing this, Jason didn’t insist. He picked up the already grilled skewers and handed them to the man.
The man took the skewers, bit off a few large chunks, and chewed quickly. He comnted, "Grilled a bit too long. The fla was too strong, there wasn’t enough seasoning and it was applied unevenly, and the at wasn’t cut well." He added, "But I’m so hungry, it’s fine."
Upon hearing the man’s words, everyone around was stunned. What was he talking about? Alka felt that if he hadn’t misheard, this man seed to be critiquing the grilled at they had given him. This was sowhat inappropriate. He wondered if hunger had clouded the man’s mind, causing him to be confused. Alka thought a normal person wouldn’t do such a thing.
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