Chapter 206: Festival Night (3)
Vikir, dressed as a witch, was stir-frying vegetables and meat.
A limited amount and quality of ingredients.
But the number of dishes that could be made from their combination is endless.
'Memories. I used to eat this a lot in the field.'
Vikir dipped a piece of dry bread into the milk, reminiscing about the past before the regression.
As the Age of Destruction dragged on, the more food ran out.
Most of the supplies brought to the front lines were burned by demon raids, and what little did arrive was stolen or embezzled by the higher-ups.
What did eventually fall into the hands of officers and soldiers at the end of the line withered, rotted, or spoiled.
Aside from their anger, the men on the front lines had to make the most of this extremely limited food supply.
Along the way, Vikir learned a lot from his comrades.
How to prepare inedible ingredients to make them edible, what parts of poisonous vegetables to remove, how to restore freshness to meat that has lost its flavor, how to make astringent, bitter, or sour vegetables palatable, how to kill the individuality of spices that are too intense to be liked or disliked, how to make them taste universally acceptable, how to boil, how to stew, how to bake, how to grill, how to steam, how to stir-fry....