When it got darker, the dough had finally risen. So they moved on to the next step. Meanwhile, the beetles and the stag beetles watched their work from the sidelines.
"Isn't this much work insane just to make one loaf of bread?"
Nod, nod.
It was hard to eat a piece of bread in the apocalypse. The bright side was that the rising time was short because the days were hot. Jude pressed the dough with a rolling pin, shaped it, and put it into a mold. Now they only needed to put it in the oven to bake.
Heat rose in the oven, and Ilaria and Jude watched from a distance. Next to them were Lupo, Lupa, the beetles, and the stag beetles. It seemed they were all curious to see what kind of food would come out.
So was Jude, to be honest.
Ilaria rested her head on his shoulder. "Thanks to my husband, I get to eat bread in the apocalypse."
"I'm your husband?"
"You're not?"
Jude glanced at her face. Well, after living together like this, it was hard to deny it now.
