mesbooks Chapter 1945 The cool and eternal starlight, the banquet with its curtain slowly falling.
Chapter 1945 The cool and eternal starlight, the banquet with its curtain slowly falling.
Chapter 1945 The cool and eternal starlight, the banquet with its curtain slowly falling.
Time slipped away quietly amidst these exclamations of wonder and satisfaction.
The initial intense rhythm, like a raging storm or a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, gradually subsided.
It wasn't because the deliciousness had faded in the slightest, but because of the feeling of fullness in my stomach, and the sense of fulfillment and peace that came from being repeatedly washed over by waves of exquisite flavors deep in my soul.
The initial shock and greed gradually subsided into a deeper appreciation and the joy of sharing.
The warm lights simulated by the props were already on, and the soft, warm yellow glow enveloped the camp, dispelling the chill of the prehistoric night without being glaring. It complemented the real, twinkling stars in the sky, which were far more dazzling than those seen in modern cities.
The Milky Way stretches across the sky like a shimmering jade ribbon, with countless stars twinkling silently, overlooking this corner of the Cretaceous land filled with the warmth of human life.
The campfire still burned quietly in the center of the open space, occasionally crackling softly. The leaping flames cast long shadows of the people sitting around, swaying gently on the grass, adding to the tranquility and warmth.
At the dining table, the intense "battle" of "each dish being served until it was completely gone" that had begun was no longer present.
Instead, there was a more relaxed appreciation and quiet conversation. Many people slowed down, no longer rushing to put the food in their mouths, but paying more attention to savoring the lingering aftertaste of each dish, and were more willing to share their feelings with their companions.
"Hiccup~"
A satisfied burp rang out.
Gabriel was sprawled on the chair, her long golden hair disheveled, and her usually listless face now held an almost saintly satisfaction and languor.
Her lower abdomen was slightly swollen, and one hand was unconsciously resting on it, gently rubbing it.
"I can't eat anymore, really, I can't eat another bite."
She murmured, but her amber eyes still lingered on the dishes on the table, and her Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
"Just a small bite, I think I can still fit it in, right?"
She struggled, reaching out her "sinful" chopsticks towards the trembling, glistening, and tempting piece of meat.
"Gabriel, can you still eat?"
Although Umaru herself was quite satisfied with her meal, with a rosy blush on her face, she couldn't help but be a little surprised when she saw Gabriel reaching for her chopsticks again.
At the same time, he pushed the almost untouched "Golden Phoenix Soup" in front of him toward Gabriel.
Nobita and Doraemon had already left the dining table and were lying side by side on the soft grass, their hands behind their heads, gazing at the vast prehistoric night sky above them, with the same dreamy smiles on their faces.
Da Xiong would occasionally smack his lips as if savoring the memory, as if the exquisite flavors were still lingering on his tongue.
"Doraemon, do you think we're dreaming? How can there be something so delicious?"
"It's not a dream, Nobita."
Doraemon's round belly seemed to have become even rounder, and he patted his belly contentedly, his copper bell eyes shining with happiness.
"It was indeed delicious, like a dream come true, but I'm already too full."
Its voice gradually faded, carrying the comfort and laziness of someone who had eaten and drunk their fill.
Kazuma Sato and Hachiman Hikigaya occupied the other side of the campfire.
Kazuma Sato patted his bulging belly without any regard for his image, his face beaming with undisguised happiness.
"Ah, I've come back to life. No, I've been elevated!"
"It's truly an unimaginably delicious treat."
He looked up at the starry sky, his eyes vacant, as if his soul was still wandering in a delicious heaven.
Hachiman Hikigaya was much quieter. He leaned against a flat stone, holding a cup of "Ruriko no Koi" (a type of intoxicating drink), and sipped it slowly.
His eyes appeared much softer in the firelight, gazing at the flickering flames, lost in thought.
Perhaps they were marveling at this surreal experience, or perhaps they were simply enjoying this rare moment of tranquility and contentment, free from the need to think about interpersonal relationships.
Even Su Yunqing, Marquis Voban, Aizen, Loki, Tony, and others relaxed at this moment.
Marquis Voban remained seated upright, but in his hand he held a cup of blood-red liquid, the contents of which were unclear—whether it was wine or something else. His scarlet eyes gazed at the campfire, and his sharp aura had softened considerably, making him resemble a satiated lion.
Aizen Sousuke pushed up his glasses, occasionally casting his gaze at the deep starry sky, his eyes behind the lenses unfathomable.
Loki toyed with the empty wine glass in his hand, a relaxed expression on his face, his gaze sweeping over everyone, lost in thought.
"As expected of the burger made by Master Chef, it's really delicious."
Tony Stark had finished the "hamburger" specially made for him and was now comfortably leaning back in his chair, holding a cup of coffee specially made by Eri Nakiri, his face showing the enjoyment of having his picky tastes satisfied.
He deliberately left some room in his stomach just for this one bite.
"Is it really that delicious?"
Su Yunqing sat cross-legged on a soft animal skin blanket, holding a string of candied hawthorns that appeared out of nowhere. She crunched on them as she asked Tony a question.
"Hamburgers are delicious, of course they're made by the young master, but compared to the 'Dragon and Phoenix Harmony' and 'Jadeite Glass Dragon Beard Noodles' he made tonight, and Erina's 'Puff Pastry Black Truffle Wellington' and 'Frosty Cherry Pan-Fried Foie Gras', they're probably not any better, right?"
Although it was specially made for Tony, it was impossible to make only one at a time, so Su Yunqing also ate some.
Needless to say, the taste is absolutely amazing; what Little Master makes is always incredibly delicious.
But compared to his other dishes, it's definitely incomparable, and only slightly better than Erina's signature dish.
Those hamburgers were far inferior in terms of ingredients, technique, and even the "meaning."
Ultimately, hamburgers don't require particularly high cooking skills.
She didn't quite understand Tony's obsession with this "fast food" style of food, especially when there were so many other dishes available.
Upon hearing this, Tony shrugged and said in a teasing tone:
"It's just a personal hobby. When you get to my age and have experienced enough, you'll understand."
"Moreover, you can't deny that a perfect hamburger, from the soft bun, the juicy and charred patty, the crisp toppings, the harmonious sauce, to the layers of flavor that explode in your mouth when you take a bite, is an art in itself."
Upon hearing Tony's words, Su Yunqing pursed her lips noncommittally and did not continue arguing.
Personal hobbies are personal hobbies, anyway, she can't understand this obsession with hamburgers.
She stopped talking, relaxed her body, and quietly leaned back on the soft cushion, tilting her head slightly and gazing at the boundless night sky.
The campfire burned quietly in the center of the open space, its orange flames dancing and crackling softly, casting long shadows of the people sitting around it that swayed gently on the gravel-strewn ground.
The firelight illuminated faces, some familiar, some unfamiliar. Those expressions, which might normally be dignified, aloof, unconventional, or indifferent, were softened by the warm orange light and coated with a halo of "contentment" and "peace."
The intense, almost overwhelming aroma of various delicacies that had been mingling in the air had gradually faded, but it had not completely dissipated. Instead, it had transformed into a lingering aftertaste that lingered around the nose.
The aroma of burning wood from the campfire, combined with the gentle breeze carrying the scents of grass and distant forests, creates a reassuring atmosphere.
A dazzling sea of stars lay silently across the dark blue sky, clearer and more vast than ever seen in any era or place.
The Milky Way stretches across the sky like a ribbon of light streaked with diamonds, with countless stars of all sizes shining silently.
Occasionally, a shooting star streaks across the sky with a long, thin tail of light, disappearing in an instant, yet eliciting a few soft exclamations of amazement.
Gabriel had completely given up struggling, curling up next to Umaru like a satisfied cat, her eyelids starting to droop.
Umaru looked at her helplessly while sipping her warm tea with a gentle smile on her face; Yukino Yukinoshita and Utaha Kasumigaoka also quietly gazed at the campfire or the starry sky, enjoying this unspoken tranquility.
MasterChef and Erina Nakiri finally had some free time and sat down to rest at the kitchen counter.
Erina remained elegant, but leaned slightly against the back of her chair, her purple eyes gazing at the starry sky, a faint, relaxed smile on her face.
The young master seemed more relaxed, with a sunny smile on his face. He looked at the starry sky and then at the relaxed crowd around him, his eyes filled with a sense of accomplishment and pure joy.
Kaito Kuroba lay there with his hands comfortably behind his head, completely unconcerned about his image.
He gazed at the starry sky above him, which seemed almost within reach, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
The night breeze ruffled his slightly upturned hair, carrying the mixed scents of grass and a distant campfire.
Shinichi Kudo leaned against a relatively flat rock, his posture much more reserved than Kaito Kuroba's, but he also had a smile on his face that he himself was unaware of. His gaze occasionally slid from the glittering starry sky to the leaping campfire, or swept over the people resting peacefully around him.
Shiho Miyano remained seated in her original position, her posture cool and dignified.
She didn't look at the starry sky or the campfire; her clear eyes were lowered, gazing at the pale amber liquid swaying slightly in her cup.
The corners of his lips, which were always pressed into a straight line, were now imperceptibly slightly raised, and his cool face revealed an almost gentle smile in the swaying light and shadow.
A gentle night breeze swept across the campsite, carrying the rustling of unknown prehistoric plants in the distance, like the even breathing of the earth as it slept.
Further away, the faint roars of beasts belonging to this era could be heard, piercing through the vast distance, now reduced to indistinct background noise.
Under the warmth of the campfire and the vastness of the starry sky, the night no longer seemed frightening, but instead added a primal rhythm to this prehistoric night.
The campfire continued to burn, crackling and popping, its flickering light gently enveloping everyone.
Starlight falls silently, cool and eternal.
The aroma of food, the scent of grass and trees, the coolness of the night, the even breathing of my companions, and the faint roars of beasts in the distance.
All of these elements combined to create an indescribable, peaceful, and warm atmosphere.
It was as if the passage of time slowed down and became gentle at this moment. All the troubles, pressures, struggles and barriers between different worlds were temporarily washed away and dissolved by this ultimate feast and this prehistoric starry sky.
Everyone was immersed in this rare tranquility and did not want to break it.
But the chill of the prehistoric night gradually deepened as the night progressed. Although the campfire was warm, it could not completely dispel the chill that permeated the vast天地 (heaven and earth).
The first to take action were group members with relatively average physical abilities.
Nobita sneezed slightly and rubbed his nose. Doraemon immediately pulled a thick blanket from his magical four-dimensional pocket and wrapped it around him.
"Doraemon, shouldn't we go to sleep?"
"I'm wrapped in a blanket," Da Xiong asked sleepily.
"That's right."
Doraemon nodded his round head, then glanced at the number of tents prepared earlier, before taking some more out of his pocket and saying to everyone:
"Don't worry about accommodation, everyone. I've already made arrangements."
“Those are ‘automatic unfolding comfort tents,’ with plenty of space, warmth, and wind protection, and soft beds inside!”
Umaru gently nudged Gabriel, who had fallen asleep leaning on her shoulder:
"Gabriel, wake up, go to sleep in the tent."
Gabriel mumbled something in a daze as Umaru half-carried and half-helped her toward a tent that had already been automatically deployed.
Yukino Yukinoshita, Setsuna Ogiso, and Kazusa Touma each found a tent.
Kazuma Sato rubbed his arms and stood up:
"Ah, it is getting a bit chilly. Thanks, Doraemon!"
However, not everyone went into the tent. For those group members who were strong enough to ignore the cold, they preferred to sit by the campfire and enjoy the company of the stars.
Su Yunqing had chosen her tent, but instead of going in, she remained seated, gazing at the starry sky, waiting for the night to deepen before venturing inside.
Kaito Kuroba lay on the grass, seemingly unconcerned about the chill, and pulled out a piece of velvet cloth from somewhere to cover himself.
Shinichi Kudo remained where he was, leaning against the rock. With his current strength, he no longer needed to worry about the temperature.
Shiho Miyano seemed insensitive to the temperature change, or rather, her current state of mind made her ignore the slight chill. She simply took out a book from somewhere and sat on the floor reading.
Time flowed quietly in the deepening night.
The starlight seemed even brighter, and the Milky Way stretched across the sky like a ribbon.
The distant roars of beasts had ceased at some point, leaving only the sound of the wind blowing through the ancient ferns and cycad leaves.
As the first faint, almost imperceptible glimmer of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon, dispelling the deepest darkness and outlining the silhouettes of distant mountains and giant trees, the embers of the campfire were reduced to a cluster of dark red specks.
The last trace of food aroma in the air was carried away by the fresh morning breeze, leaving only the dew on the grass and the crisp, cool air.
And this banquet, which lasted almost the entire night, finally came to a slow close as the morning light appeared.
A new day is coming.