"Take these frying pans, all of you, and try starting a fire."
In the back kitchen, Mydei took a moment from his leisure to instruct the three of them.
The first step in cooking: starting a fire!
There was no gas here, nor was there an induction cooker.
The three of them held a packet of matches, trembling as they struck them.
Standing right in the middle, Hysilens narrowed her eyes, applied a little force, and easily snapped the match, the broken piece flying off.
"Be careful," Mydei frowned and said,
"Have you never used a match before? Handle it with care; this isn't an enemy's arm."
Tribbie beside her managed to strike one right away, casually tossing the burning match into the pile of firewood under the stove.
The flame flickered among the somewhat thick dry logs, swayed for a few seconds, and then went out.
"Didn't you see that all this firewood is very thick? You should take some kindling to burn first."
"Look, the dry grass beside us is very suitable."
"Oh." Tribbie nodded, struck a match, and casually tossed the fire source into the pile of dry grass.
"!!!" Mydei's eyes widened. With lightning speed, he slid to his knees, his greaves leaving two deep gouges in the dust-covered floor.
Like swatting a fly, his hands instantly slapped out the flame that was about to fall into the dry grass.
"...You." Mydei turned his head, looking at Tribbie in disbelief.
"Didn't you boast on the Message Stone Tablet earlier... that you cooked porridge for that [Golden Weave]? Why are you so childish even about starting a fire?"
"Well... it's been many days since I cooked, so I'm out of practice," Tribbie said awkwardly.
"That's why I wanted to find little Mydei to train me."
Mydei stared