Chapter 6: Primitive Cooking

Adam and Jeanne d’Arc Alter were led to the storeroom.

It was built inside a very thick tree branch, with another end designed as a platform, presumably for Pterosaurs to land.

Just as they climbed up, a Pteranodon slowly flew in from the sky.

When the giant creature, with a wingspan of over ten meters, landed like a hurricane, a young Eden man adorned with a crown of colorful plant leaves skillfully jumped down. He quickly ran towards Adam.

“Happy. Honored. To see. You. I. Zephyr. Pterosaur Clan.”

“Ah, so you’re called Zephyr. I’m also happy to see you. Did you make that hat yourself?”

The transmigrator didn’t put on airs but spoke amiably to the Eden person in front of him.

Compared to others, Zephyr’s eyes sparkled with curiosity; he seemed the type eager and brave in seeking out the unknown.

“Yes. I. Went out. Farthest. Home. Many. Family. Never seen.”

It appeared Zephyr was among the elite of his clan.

A great explorer born in this desolate paradise.

Though he harbored satisfaction and even pride, it was evident he also felt fear and concern.

Because he didn’t know whether Adam would approve or disapprove of him—after all, members of other clans besides the Pterosaur Clan somewhat misunderstood their aspirations.

And to his excitement, Adam actually encouraged him by patting him on the shoulder.

“That’s great, no, it’s impressive. Keep it up; I think you might bring the future to the Eden people. Speaking of which, there must be a lot of things you’ve brought back in the storeroom, right?”

Zephyr nodded vigorously.

He seemed eager to lead Adam inside, almost too excited to introduce all his discoveries.

Passing through the unobstructed porch into the room illuminated by primitive fireflies, they found not only food but also a dazzling array of minerals and uniquely shaped plants.

With their innate brute strength and simple tools, the Eden people could chisel large stones into rough containers, fill them with river water, and even store yellow, paste-like honey, suggesting they had mastered the skills to domesticate primitive bees to some extent.

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What particularly caught Adam’s attention was a small container, barely qualifying as a bowl, filled with liquid.

“I. Flew towards. Sun. Huge. River. Endless. Water. But. Hard to drink. Far. Return. Little left.”

Carried high and exposed to sunlight?

After thinking, Adam asked Zephyr if he saw any white crystals in the disappearing (evaporated) liquid.

The answer was negative.

It seems that besides making fire by friction, evaporation for salt extraction was also impossible.

However, Adam was prepared not to be disappointed by this.

Moreover, there were other surprises.

He found spices.

Indeed, even in the Cretaceous period, it was possible to find spices, at least some spices’ history could be traced back to this era.

“Outside. Hungry. Eat. Leaves. Tasty.”

“Indeed, it smells very aromatic.”

After sniffing, Adam understood its potential use.

Then he clapped his hands.

“Jeanne, I think you can start looking forward to dinner. Things are much better than I expected. Zephyr, could you please gather everyone in the settlement to the nearby clearing? I have a ‘gift’ for you all.”

Hearing Adam’s words, Zephyr, who had always been looking forward to witnessing unprecedented miracles, immediately responded and ran out as swiftly as his name suggested.

“I still don’t understand, with just these things, how exactly you plan to make something tasty.”

Jeanne d’Arc Alter, originating from rural France before the Renaissance, had a basic understanding of seasonings limited to salt and oil, with sugar and butter being more expensive options, none of which she saw here.

Adam then picked up a brown hard-shelled nut, similar to a pine nut, collected by Zephyr, and exerted force with his palm, channeling the power obtained from civilization continuously.

The prehistoric era bestowed upon him unmatched physical strength.

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Thus, without any tools, the nut was almost instantly crushed and further squeezed, eventually yielding a few drops of clear oil.

“This method still works. See, now we have oil to use, and similarly, we can probably get animal fat.”

The closest things to humans were supposedly mouse-like creatures, an exaggeration.

Because there were still many ancestors of mammals living in the late Cretaceous.

Among the prey captured by the Eden people were many such animals.

Speaking of them.

After Zephyr’s summoning, Adam realized the settlement’s population was actually smaller than expected.

Even the largest one here had only a few hundred people, probably just over a thousand in total.

Of course, this was a reasonable number.

After all, they were primarily a primitive civilization dependent on gathering and hunting, also dedicating effort to dinosaur husbandry.

For a tribal society of that era, this was considered a super-large group.

Explosive population growth probably required farming.

But now was not the time.

The arrival of the “biosphere killer” would wash away all efforts.

On one hand, the larger the group size, the harder it would be to ensure everyone’s safety; on the other hand, severe environmental impacts would be a significant concern.

It’s better to consider developing agriculture after stabilizing.

Moreover, the Eden people also practiced simple “forest gardening,” caring for naturally growing plants for easier long-term gathering.

“It feels like I’m giving a school principal’s speech.”

Standing in a clearing filled with wood and fern leaves, surrounded by Eden people looking at him with a mix of curiosity and respect, and a few snarling Tyrannosaurs, Adam couldn’t help but exclaim.

“Nonsense. I don’t understand what you’re talking about… And you’re making me act as a matchstick.”

Jeanne d’Arc Alter, not very good at playing the straight man, frowned. She seemed displeased with Adam’s idea of having her light the bonfire.

However, he had already become adept at calming her.

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“Because you’re the only one who can do this. In this era, you are the only magnificent being who can manipulate flames. Let the Eden people see that burning thing.”

“Hmph, as long as they don’t scatter in fear.”

Saying so, Jeanne d’Arc Alter swung her flag, and unnatural flames with terrifying temperature spewed forth.

As it touched the pile of wood, a column of fire illuminated the entire settlement.

Shocked gasps came from the Eden people around, and members of different clans reacted differently.

The Triceratops Clan, valuing order, all prostrated themselves in worship and respect.

The Tyrannosaurus Clan, valuing strength, clenched their fists, excitedly calming their Tyrannosaur companions.

As for the Pterosaur Clan, where Zephyr belonged, their eyes reflected the fire, overflowing with admiration for such a rare spectacle.

Jeanne d’Arc Alter, feeling indulged, unknowingly showed off a bit of pride in her display of power.

Just as she was about to speak, Adam took off his modern coat protected by the system and threw it over her face.

“Hey, are you picking a fight?!”

“I just wanted to give you a bit of a surprise, and besides, it’s uncomfortable to have smoke in your eyes, right?”

As he put the honey-brushed and hand-squeezed oil meat skewers into the fire for roasting, Adam didn’t look back as he spoke.

His seemingly nonsensical speech wasn’t his true intention.

Adam, naturally attentive to others’ feelings, was mindful of Jeanne d’Arc Alter: though it might sound funny, the essence is serious and sad, the act of grilling flesh with fire might awaken her painful memories.

“……Meddler……”

Realizing Adam’s underlying message, Jeanne d’Arc Alter mumbled as she sat down, not removing the coat, just quietly waiting for Adam.

The aroma released by the spices inevitably awakened vague memories of her past life.

Someone was cooking for her, someone would eat with her.

Perhaps.

It wasn’t so bad.

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