Novel & Cerita Campfire Cooking In Another World Light Novel

In this new world, some miracles were better left unanalyzed. "We got it all, Alex," Jax said, his voice softening. "The primary, the perimeter, the seed-stock. We actually have a harvest." Three days later, after the storm had passed and the basin had settled back into its quiet, alkaline peace, the first fire was lit in the communal kitchen. It wasn't a high-tech heating element; it was a simple stone oven built from the ruins of a pre-Reset warehouse. The entire camp gathered in silence. Alexander watched as the camp’s baker a woman who had spent twenty years maintaining the liquid-nutrient vats in the slums, pulled the first loaf of bread from the oven.

“Eh? Hide? I didn’t hide anything, I don't know how I did it... But I did.” “Huh? Impossible. You just mustered up a lot of astra back there. You beat that thing with only one hit!” The woman even acted out her words. “Well… Yeah, I don’t know how that happened.” “Then… Are you two from Solheim?” “Huh?” Both of them said at once. “... Okay, tell me from the start.” ….. The campfire was relit and small logs were placed around it. A piece of meat was also being slowly roasted over the fire. The sounds of crickets slightly overlapped the sound of fire crackling, snapping the firewood bit by bit.

There are wisps of fire suspended in mid-air, giving us heat and light, and when I’m finally done cleaning the gutted deer as best I can and chopping up the parts I could, I gather three stones, make a rest for the pot and get Cain to cast a fire for me beneath it. He does so and in the next half hour, all my world walking comes into good use because the cave doesn’t smell like dead deer anymore. The cave is filled with the aroma of boiled meat and potato porridge. I stir the thick broth and make sure not to touch the chunks of potatoes I cut in there. I couldn’t get a lot of vegetables to go with the porridge, but Cain’s hungry stare doesn’t indicate that he cares. I chuckle and dish the fo

Riven POV I sat by the fire with my arms crossed, the taste of copper still thick in my mouth. The fox meat bubbled in the pot Vayrek had set over the flames. He stirred it with slow, patient circles, humming under his breath like we were in some tavern kitchen instead of deep in a forest filled with things that wanted us dead. The smell made my stomach growl, but I bit down on it. I hated how weak I felt. “Don’t tell me you can cook too,” I muttered, my voice flat.

He looked up at them and said, "What's the point of quarreling without wine and roasted meat?" Fire Path narrowed his eyes as he looked at the purple-colored flame. He looked a little greedy as he said, "What kind of flame is this? Why have I never seen it before? All the flames in this world are under my control." "That proves that you are ignorant. This is called Violet Underworld Flame. It's good to roast meat," Chu Xun said with a smile. Soon, the roasted meat smelled good. Chu Xun took out a sharp knife, cut off a small piece, tasted it, and said with a smile, "It tastes good. Do you want to have a try?"

With a slap on Gabe's back, I slipped out into the frigid dawn. The world was coated in a fine layer of frost that caught the light and glittered like fallen stars. Every breath puffed from between my lips in white wisps as I strolled. Frost-laden brush crunched underfoot as I cut through the center of camp where a few pack members bickered lovingly over the best way to start a fire with snow-damp wood. Wisely, they chose to source dry kindling rather than smoke out the entire camp with the wet stuff.

He replies and I bite the inside of my cheek to hide my victorious smile. "Very well, Alpha." A few minutes later, the camp has been set up. Fire blazes hot in the middle of the camp, deer roasting on the spit thanks to one of his men's hunting prowess. Wine is passed around and I sit by the fire, warming my hands and letting their raucous stories flow over me.

Fire poured out, a stream of liquid flame that hit the northern wall and set it instantly ablaze. Wolves scattered, running from the burning timber. The creature advanced, each step methodical and deliberate. It wasn’t charging. It was walking. Taking its time. Like it knew they couldn’t stop it. “Water!” Gregor shouted. “Get water on those flames!” People rushed with buckets, trying to douse the fire. But the flames were wrong, burning without fuel, hot enough that water evaporated before touching them. Cassandra appeared at Kaden’s side. “Conventional weapons won’t work. That thing’s not from this world.”

' She learned to step light, avoiding twigs that might crack underfoot, moving like a shadow in the underbrush. Meals were basic but satisfying. They'd drag kills back to the campfire spot—a wide circle of stones by a trickling stream where flames crackled high at night. Sia helped gather dry wood, her hands blistering at first until they toughened up. The meat roasted on sticks, fat dripping and sizzling, filling the air with smoky, savory smells that made her mouth water. She'd eat her share with greasy fingers, the juices running down her chin, feeling full and alive in a way she'd never known before. Nights dropped cold fast, the stars popping out like diamonds on black velvet. Huddled b

Grandma and I started eating meat with each meal. I would spend my evenings sitting by the window in my cottage watching the sun setting behind the mountain while listening to grandma humming while cooking. Peach blossom scent drifting in the hair reaching my nostrils making inhale deeply with my eyes closed. Those days filled me with warmth and peace I had not felt in years.