LRAB Chapter 267: Living in the modern world.
Chapter 267: Living in the modern world.
Nana stood in the kitchen, hands on her hips, surveying the unfamiliar appliances and gadgets that cluttered the countertops. Since they arrived, hunger had begun to gnaw at her, prompting her search for sustenance. However, her quest was quickly met with confusion and frustration.
"Where in the world is the wood?" she muttered to herself, scanning the room for any sign of the familiar fuel she was accustomed to using for cooking. Growing up on the island, they relied on traditional methods, but this modern kitchen presented a whole new set of challenges.
She approached the stove cautiously, eyeing the sleek surface and perplexing knobs. "Gas cooker?" she mumbled, reading the name off the object. She had seen Reggie and the others move some of the equipments in earlier. Turned out the safe house was never really setup and it seemed that way because a lot of things still needed to be fit in the right place.
She tentatively pressed a button and jumped back as a flame sparked to life. "Well, that's something," she remarked, though the absence of wood still troubled her.
As she rummaged through drawers and cabinets, she couldn't help but feel out of her depth. "Microwave machine?" she puzzled, staring at the small appliance with skepticism. "How on earth does this contraption work?"
With a sigh, she resigned herself to the fact that she would have to adapt to this new environment. "Alright then, Nana," she said to herself, determination glinting in her eyes. "Time to figure out how to cook in the 21st century."
Nana filled a pot with water from the sleek, unfamiliar faucet, after fiddling with it and figuring out how it worked while her mind was already racing with ideas for what she could cook once she found some ingredients. Yams, fish, meat—anything would do at this point. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, driving her to search every nook and cranny of the kitchen in the hopes of finding something edible.
But to her dismay, the cupboards and refrigerator yielded nothing but disappointment. "Nothing?" she muttered incredulously, frustration mounting with each empty shelf she encountered. "Are you kidding me?"
She sighed heavily, leaning against the countertop in defeat. "So much for a meal," she grumbled, feeling the weight of her hunger pressing down on her. It seemed that even in this unfamiliar world of modern conveniences, some things remained unchanged—like the universal disappointment of an empty stomach.
With her newfound bounty in hand, Nana set about preparing a simple meal, grateful for the unexpected blessings that had come her way in the form of a cold box filled with food.
As Blake descended the steps, fresh and clean from his bath, he couldn't help but notice the absence of Nana in the living room. Curiosity piqued, he followed the sound of bustling activity emanating from the kitchen area.
Entering the kitchen, he found Nana looking slightly bewildered as she searched for something amidst the unfamiliar appliances and gadgets. With a small smile, Blake approached her, careful not to startle her.
"Hey, Nana. What's cooking?" Blake asked, his tone light and casual.
Nana turned to him, a mixture of surprise and relief crossing her features. "Oh, hey Blake. I'm just trying to figure out how to work this...kitchen," she admitted with a sheepish grin.
Blake chuckled softly, nodding in understanding. "Yeah, it can be a bit overwhelming at first. Need a hand?"
Nana's expression softened with gratitude as she nodded. "That would be great, thanks."
Together, they began rummaging through the cabinets and refrigerator, gathering ingredients for a meal. As they worked side by side, Blake couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with Nana, grateful for her presence and support in these tumultuous times.
Once everything was set on the fire, Blake called out to Nana, drawing her attention. "Hey, Nana. I just wanted to say thank you. Without your help, I don't know where I'd be right now. You've been a real lifesaver."
Blake said and for a second there was silence. Nana could tell that wasn't all he had to say and she was right. There was more.