Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core) Chapter 75: To Dream A Dream... of Bread!

Now, Desmond couldn’t eat wheat. That was sothing I knew and respected.

But he wasn’t the only man in the Foodie Nymph Harem!

He would just need to make do with quinoa!

What was I going to do? Maybe sourdough? Or maybe a nice croissant? Oh! Cookies!

"Sylvan?" I heard Nate ask , as he saw with a package with normal wheat flour in my hands. "You know Desmond can’t eat that, dear."

I nodded.

"He has cake," because I baked him three!

"Yes," Nate told , as he hugged . "But don’t you think it is unfair that he’d watch us eat the cake, bread, what have you, and he’d eat quinoa cake?"

My fingers twitched.

"But!"

"And sugar, Sylvan... we need to cut that out as well. Desmond can’t eat it. And to be honest, neither Nick nor I really like it. Nick is ready to eat anything you make, but he gets sick of the sweets," Nate took the flour from my hands.

"Oh," I didn’t want to poison my harem just to get so sugar in ! That would be too cruel! That would be dostic abuse!

"So," I murmured, as I looked him in the eyes. "What should I do then?"

It was a strange question to ask. I was a cook, not so five-star chef. I knew my recipes, gathered through the ages, and not much else.

"How about you make these things, but for the tourists?" Nate nudged towards the exit of my dungeon.

"For real?" I could still get to bake what I loved to bake? Did I dare hope?

"You love what you love. I’m sure that you didn’t want Desmond to feel bad. What are you going to bake?" There was a teasing lilt in his voice. Sothing that made smile.

"Well, we are speaking about tourists!" And those were always hungry.

Even when they were in the midst of the most beautiful natural park, they had been in.

As soon as I stepped outside the dungeon, my Tree of mories, I saw it: there it was, my campsite!

I haven’t cooked in it ever since Edda turned into a dungeon core!

It was...

I made a step towards it. The cooking pit would need to be dug again. There were weeds inside.

The tal rods which were used to hold the pot over the fire were dirty! They even had rust on them!

And my stone, sothing I kept dry with a lot of care for years, was... cracked.

Looked like it had exploded as well, at one point.

Now that hurt the most, but not as much as it had hurt the tourist who had tried to use a wet cooking stone in winter...

I looked at the eggshells near the skull.

Litterer! Serve him right!

"A mont of silence," still, he deserved for to shut my trap and pay him respect... for not blowing up the Tree of mories!

The darn numbskull!

Both Nate and I stayed silent for a whole minute. And then I opened my eyes, kicked the skull and the eggshells in the compost pile which stank to high heaven, and looked at Nate.

"Please help clean this ss," I opened my arms wide and twirled.

He chuckled, but he still took a hold of the weeds in the cooking pit and began to tug.

It was then I noticed the fact that the weeds were green.

Oh, sure, they must have been of the perennial type, but that doesn’t an that they should be this green!

So fresh! So...

Oh...

It was spring.

For the first ti in my life, I felt the warm breeze in my hair. I didn’t even know why it was so important that it was finally spring.

It just was!

"Nate! I love you!" I had to yell it! Spring was the season of love for all plants!

Well... so even used the other seasons, depending on the region, but most trees mated with their bee lovers during the spring!

"I’ll get bees soon! Honey!" Nate blinked at , weeds in his hand.

"That’s good," he began slowly, so, as if he didn’t know if I was still talking to him, or if I was lost in my own world. "Do you an that you keep bees?"

"Yes!" He deflated at that. "And you are my honey! Now let’s get this ss sorted out! Nate, honey, please make this," I pointed at the compost.

Now, if I still had the dream to produce my own food, I wouldn’t have even dreamt of getting rid of it.

But... the gnos had everything repaired. During the winter months, while they were away from .

I just hoped that Bob was not going to shoot in the head with an arrow. He had his pride, and I had wounded it.

Gravely, at that.

"And shove it into the void!"

Nate got a thoughtful expression on his face.

"You know," he began, as he began to use my system screen to sort through dungeons. "I think that I saw sothing yesterday. You don’t need to get rid of the entire compost business. Here, see this!"

I saw an ad Aurora had posted on the World Dungeon Forum.

She wanted compost. Needed tons of it.

I didn’t have tons, and the stinking ss had not been turned or aired out in a long ti... but that didn’t matter! Aurora must have skills, sa as !

Hm... my skills could turn even kitchen scraps into sothing edible.

Now, I haven’t been using them lately. There was little point.

Nate supplied with good produce!

But if the tourists were going to be fed well enough that they wouldn’t use the leaves of the Tree of mories, which were still buds, but were sure to be gorgeous, as keepsakes, then I needed to use tricks.

Restaurant tricks!

But for now, I had a stinking cow pop pile with kitchen scraps to sell.