While it's eating, stroke its smooth fur, soothe it constantly, then pick it up and do it again.

The fire burned quietly, and before she knew it, she dreamed of many, many things...

Snap——

As a small spark exploded, Loran Hill opened his eyes, and his mind became much clearer and more comfortable.

The fire in front of him was gradually dimming, surrounded by a circle of burnt wood. The cross section near the center was covered with black carbon marks, and a few scattered flames were attached to the cross section, as if they would go out at any time.

The girl moved the branches, gathering the burnt wood towards the center and making it burn again. Then she remembered the corn and potatoes she had buried earlier.

After digging away the grass ash, one side of the potato had already carbonized and emitted a burnt smell. The corn was slightly better as it was not buried as close to the potato. After digging away the damaged leaves, the plump rice grains inside were revealed, emitting an enticing aroma.

It’s a bit hot, the girl thought.

Use two wooden branches to pick up the charred potato and throw it into the air. A ball of air wraps it up, and then several tiny wind blades cut off the blackened part, leaving half a potato that is steaming hot. It slowly falls into the palm of the girl's hand, but there is a thin layer of air flow between them to prevent it from getting burned.

The skin of the baked potato is very easy to tear open, revealing the soft and sticky part, but it is still not edible because it is very hot.

After Loran Hill used the breeze to circulate and cool it down, he took a bite, and the faint sweetness of starch began to spread in his mouth.

After a few potatoes, it's time for corn.

Roasted corn was the girl’s favorite in her previous life. Both the act of roasting corn and eating it made people happy.

There are some burnt marks on the surface of the corn kernels, but the inside is very sweet. When the hot kernels mix into the mouth, you can seem to smell the taste of fire.

Just like that, on a quiet night, the silver-haired girl happily ate corn, completely ignoring the carbon black stains on her cheeks, like a tabby cat.