“There are three cans in total.
There are two cans of the pork and beans you’re holding, and one can of peaches.” Sento pushed the other two cans to the side.
Then he grabbed several small plastic-wrapped snacks: “Also a small bag of beef jerky and two oat bars.”
Next, he set two soda cans aside: “And two cans of soda.”
“Is that all?” Seeing that Sento was no longer fiddling with the supplies and knowing he hadn’t found any more food, Ai tapped her chin with her fair, slender finger.
“Right, I remember when we were looking through our backpacks earlier, it seemed we each had two packs of biscuits and two bottles of mineral water, right?”
After Sento nodded, Ai began counting on her fingers.
“Three cans, some snacks, biscuits, and water…
even if we save a bit, it only seems like enough for four or five meals.”
At this point, she patted her stomach and said with a pouting face, “But I have a small appetite, so eating a bit less is fine~”
“I think this might not even last us five meals,” Sento countered.
“In this kind of snowy environment, calories are consumed very quickly.
We need to supplement with a lot of food.
This amount is probably only enough for three meals.”
“Sento-kun has a point.” Ai clapped her hands lightly, continuing to provide Sento with emotional value.
Even though he knew she was deliberately flattering him, Sento couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth in amusement.
“We’ll figure out the food issue slowly.
How about we make something to eat first?”
Hearing Sento’s suggestion, Ai nodded earnestly.
“Mm, good idea.
After walking for so long, I really am feeling hungry.
If it’s cooking…
how about leaving it to me?”
It was truly for the best that Ai took the initiative to handle the cooking task.
Sento was self-aware about his culinary skills; they were erratic.
On a good day, his cooking could rival the Totsuki Elite Ten, but on a bad day, it was ultimate dark cuisine.
“Right, as for cooking utensils…” Thinking about the cooking situation, Sento began searching around the stove.
According to the game’s settings, most enterable houses with a fire source had a chance to spawn cooking utensils.
Houses with kitchens would have them there; those without usually had them spawn next to the stove.
But Ai was faster than Sento.
She pointed to the gap between the stove and the wall.
“I saw something there just now.”
Following her lead, Sento looked over and found a cast-iron skillet wedged in the gap.
The thing was pitch black and incredibly heavy when he picked it up.
Sento didn’t look at Ai, but he praised her in his heart.
As expected, she hadn’t just been warming herself by the fire earlier; she had been observing the room’s condition carefully.
Surviving in the wilderness with such a reliable teammate was truly reassuring.
He picked up the pan and looked it over.
It wasn’t exactly dirty, just covered in a layer of brownish-gray dust without any old grease, so a simple wipe-down would suffice.
Since Ai’s shoes and socks were soaking wet and her leather shoes hadn’t dried yet, Sento took on the task of going out to wash the pan.
“Sento-kun, don’t go too far!
If you feel cold, come back right away!”
While reminding him, Ai stood in front of Sento and reached out to help him tighten the top buttons of his Parka.
This made Sento’s face turn a bit red, and he involuntarily looked up at the ceiling, causing Ai to let out a giggling laugh.
Watching Sento leave the room, the smile on Ai’s face quickly faded, and she nodded with a calm, indifferent expression.
“Wish Corridor…
so it’s real?
I’ve really encountered something incredible.
If I rely on this magical power, maybe I can truly help Lady Kaguya…”
Forget it, now isn’t the time to think about that.
It’s better to focus on surviving in the current world first.
Fortunately, I met a decent-looking teammate.
Not only does he have plenty of information, but his personality is also good—gentle, relatively humble, and not very aggressive…
most importantly, he has a brain.”
Muttering to herself, Ai flexed her feet, which had mostly warmed up.
Because her shoes and socks were still wet and there were no slippers, she could only stand barefoot on the floor.
Not minding this, Ai began to continue scavenging in the corners of the room.
Although Sento knew a lot about the game ‘the long dark,’ and this Trappers Home they were in was a location he frequently scavenged in the game,
reality was clearly a bit different from the game.
While warming herself by the fire, Ai had already noticed that Sento had missed many scavengeable spots.
Now, she would fill in the gaps.
Unaware that he had received a ‘good person’ card and a ‘high-quality teammate’ evaluation from Ai, Sento, now outside the cabin, wrapped his Parka tighter and let out a long breath.
On a sunny day without wind, the temperature in this world didn’t seem that unbearable.
Standing in the snow, Sento only felt his feet were a bit cold, since he was just wearing sneakers.
But other than that, no part of his body felt cold.
Wrapped in the Parka, his upper body even felt slightly warm.
Sento first did a quick scan of the surroundings and immediately saw a place that looked like a woodshed diagonally across from Trappers Home.
In the game, structures like this woodshed had a high probability of spawning fuel, and a small probability of spawning a few drinks, snacks, or flares.
Since the distance was indeed very close, Sento hesitated for a moment before walking down the slope.
After entering the woodshed, he sighed with a bit of regret.
It was very empty, the supplies visible at a glance, with only two pieces of firewood in the corner.
However, having this kind of large firewood wasn’t bad.
Burning them would at least last a long time.
He had checked the firewood in the room earlier; it was fine for cooking, but it was hard to say about heating through the night.
Sento tucked the two pieces of firewood under his arms and climbed back to the front of Trappers Home.
He took a relatively clean piece of cloth he had found in the house, filled the pan with snow, and gave it a simple wipe-down.
The pan was quickly cleaned.
Sento pushed open the door with satisfaction.
“Sento-kun, you’re back?
Come over and warm yourself by the fire!” Hearing the movement at the door, Ai turned her head and waved at Sento repeatedly.
Sento closed the door with his foot and unloaded the two pieces of firewood he was carrying.
“Wow, you even found fuel?
That’s great!” Ai beamed.
She placed her hand on the wooden crate next to the stove and shook it.
“With the fuel here, we’ll be able to sleep well tonight!”