Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 282 3 Meiji

Thirteen Hours Before the Crimson Sword Awakens

Eight days before the subspace rift opens

Governor's Residence, Guest Room

In the past five days, Howard had a rare night to breathe.

It was already late at night when he arrived at the human fortress. After verifying each other's identities, meeting the mechanical sage and having a long war of words in the meeting, it was already night again.

When the daylight of Karenya returns, it will be time to awaken the Crimson Sword.

Whether this old spaceship can be successfully awakened is related to the fate of all human beings on this planet. Many people are destined to stay awake tonight.

The joining of the Eldar brings new hope, but for those who have been numb in despair for a long time, hope may only make them tired.

But at least for this night, Howard will not be among the sleepless ones.

Howard walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. This was his first bath after leaving Freya's territory. During these days of activities, his clothes had gone through the whole process of becoming smelly, sour, black and hard.

There was a bathtub next to the bed in the guest room that Esrick had prepared for him, but bathing in the bathtub was not a good option. He put his legs in, and the mud on his body melted away like paint.

So Howard chose to shower, and the precious clean water rolled off his body and turned into mud when it hit the ground.

After taking a shower, Howard felt like he had peeled himself out of the mud.

Howard glanced at his body. He had lost a lot of weight, and his muscles were more like those developed from starvation than from exercise. His physical fitness had undoubtedly improved greatly compared to before he traveled through time, but in this universe, it was far from enough.

Then he opened the freezer where food was stored, hoping to find something decent to fill his stomach. In the past few days, he had been eating the rations of the Astra Militarum Army of unknown composition. If it were not for Isa's divine protection, these rations might have cost him his life.

The freezer was filled with food and ingredients. Although this was just a guest room temporarily arranged by the Governor, the richness of the food still made Howard astounded. Perhaps some of the kitchen waste swept out from the corners of the kitchens of these powerful people were delicacies that a commoner like Howard had never seen before.

But Howard didn't touch the unopened wine or the ingredients that looked expensive from the packaging. Instead, he took out a few slices of bread, lettuce and sliced ham from the refrigerator.

Howard, reverently, used his table knife to patiently and meticulously cut the edges of the bread, then neatly placed the vegetables and ham inside.

It seems like something is missing?

Howard thought for a moment and quickly figured out the problem:

Missing the sauce.

So he opened the freezer again, his fingers sliding over the salad dressing, pepper sauce and ketchup, finally stopping in front of a bottle of red sauce with many crushed yellow seeds mixed in it.

Howard hesitated for a moment, then finally took out the bottle of sauce, spread it evenly and generously on the leaves, and then covered them with the bread.

Cut the sandwiched bread along the diagonal edge and the two sandwiches are ready.

Facing the sandwich he made, Howard prepared himself mentally and then took a big bite.

The sauce first touched his tongue, and at the initial contact, the taste that the tongue fed back to the brain was salty.

But as the taste dissolved in his mouth, the side of his tongue began to hurt first, and then the burning sensation filled his entire mouth and rushed straight to his central nervous system.

Out of instinct, he began to cough, trying to spit out the highly irritating food.

But Howard covered his mouth tightly, and the flames rushed into his trachea due to coughing, and then flowed back up, burning his ears and eyes, making him itchy and tearful.

But he still forced himself to swallow the food in his mouth.

"Uh--"

After swallowing the sandwich, Howard couldn't bear it anymore. He stuck out his tongue and opened the freezer. He first took a full mouthful of dairy products, and then stuffed a few ice cubes into his mouth, which stopped the pain.

Then he turned his attention to the sandwich he made. He overestimated himself and thought he could handle it, but ended up being so spicy that he became like a grandson.

Then he thought about it and pretended to "accidentally" sweep the two uneaten sandwiches into the recycling pool.

Wasting food, especially wasting food in this universe, is a sin.

But one emotional act is enough, and if you force yourself to do it again, you will only bring trouble upon yourself.

So how do you fill your stomach next?

Howard opened the freezer again and looked at the food ingredients inside. He chose a large steak.

Take out the steak, rub it with coarse salt and crushed pepper, and wrap it in paper to absorb the blood.

It would take some time to marinate, but he was already a little hungry, so he decided to make something else to eat while waiting for it to thaw.

So what should we do?

The answer is already there.

Heat a frying pan over high heat, peel and halve the garlic, and lightly wipe the bottom of the pan.

Cut a small piece of butter and melt it until it can lubricate the entire bottom of the pan.

Pour the flour and bean flour mixture into a cup and mix well. Pour into a frying pan and spread it out to make it crispy and thin. Turn off the heat immediately after you smell the fragrance and use the residual heat from the bottom of the pot to cook.

Brush the round dough with sauce, add lettuce, crispy fried food, and some minced meat.

There was no fermented bean curd, but Howard found a can of slightly smelly cheese in the freezer. Considering that this was the food in the Governor's room that was unlikely to spoil, Howard judged that this thing might be something like stinky tofu or blue cheese in this universe.

Spread cheese on it, fold the dough into a regular square shape, scoop it out with a spatula, and place it on a square plate at a 45° angle.

Is there something missing...

Howard suddenly had an idea. He tiptoed to the window as if he was doing something bad, pinched off a small flower blooming on the balcony, and placed it on the corner of the plate.

Then he scooped two-thirds of the sauce with his spoon and drew a beautiful arc on the blank space of the plate.

perfect.

Howard leaned closer to his work, gently fanning the hot air and inhaling it into his nose.

Perfect indeed.

But just as Howard took his knife and fork and a can of fermented juice to prepare to eat, there was an inopportune knock on the door.

who? !

Howard looked at the knocked door with hostility, wondering if someone was here to steal his dinner.

But he soon found himself amused by his own thoughts. Who in this universe would steal a tiny human's dinner? It was probably someone from the Governor-General, coming to explain the matters he needed to pay attention to tomorrow or to bring him some supplies.

So Howard opened the door with confidence.

Then he froze in place.

Because the person standing outside the door at this time was a combat nun who had taken off her armor.