After all, having something to eat was already good enough. Who had the luxury of being picky?
Hearing Kimura Seiri's words, Esaki Saiai could not help but grow excited.
Being able to eat a bite of hot food—what a wonderful thing that was!
"There shouldn't be a problem. We still have a few spare gas canisters, and the one we're using still has quite a bit of gas left. The rooms, including the kitchen, are completely soundproof, so the zombies shouldn't notice..." Seeing how excited Esaki Saiai was, Kimura Seiri did not think much of it. He, too, had not eaten hot food in a long time.
"Then can I help too?"
Hanasaki Akari tugged at her sleeve and stood up with a smile.
The Far Eastern Land might have had nothing else, but most girls there basically knew how to cook. After all, that was what home economics classes taught in school.
"That works!"
Kimura Seiri did not refuse...
After about an hour, several classic homemade Japanese dishes were placed on the table. The only regret was that there were no vegetables, only meat and things that could be kept in the refrigerator for a long time.
Even so, the fish and other meat had begun to smell slightly rotten. Only the dried goods that could be stored for a long time were still fine.
"It's a little spoiled, but there probably won't be any other problems. It shouldn't give you diarrhea... Besides, it's not like we haven't eaten spoiled food before. And it should still taste pretty good. I tried it." After setting the dishes on the table, Kimura Seiri gave a brief explanation.
"It's fine. I checked earlier too. It's not very serious, and it's much better than what we ate in the basement before. We were