
"Hmm. great, too, you, yes, because you can enter the relationship between phytoplankton and plants." Noctis praised calmly. "Much more or less, phytoplankton pity it because its hard work of producing oxygen for the world is less recognized and less viewed by the wider community. People know and care more about what they see in front of their eyes. Something behind them, something they didn't know was simply ignored."
Actually phytoplankton and plants do not work hard to produce oxygen. Their goal is to get energy whereas oxygen is a byproduct of their process. This is like a human breathing oxygen and turning it into carbon dioxide. If you can, would not it be better if the results of breathing are also oxygen so that it can be used repeatedly?
Phytoplankton obtain energy through the process of photosynthesis by absorbing carbon dioxide in the atmosphere and converting it to oxygen. Therefore, phytoplankton must be on the surface of the ocean or a collection of water in order to get sunlight. The reason phytoplankton can produce a lot of oxygen is because of the vast ocean. It is only natural that they can produce more oxygen than plants.
Theresa looked at Noctis before she looked at the two grilled sausages and realized that one side was starting to burn. One sausage was in his right hand, while the other was plugged into the ground and left to roast itself. Luckily the wooden stick Noctis brought was long enough to do that.
"Oh, looks like it's time to turn it around." Theresa twirled the sausage in her right hand, then she took the sausage stuck on the ground and did the same to her as it did to the sausage in her right hand. "It's the first time I've cooked this thing myself. If it was just cooking a simple meal like an egg, I would have gotten used to it. But for this grilled sausage, it's my first time, so I'm not very good at it."
"Just relax, Pink Girl. No one feels harmed if the sausage you roast it to a scorch. You will eat the sausage yourself. If it becomes unpleasant, then you alone will bear it." Just like Theresa, she twisted the sausage in front of her. "If you want to mature more evenly, I tell you to keep turning it. Too long a stop will make maturity focus on one side and make a scorch."
"Play it on to make it ripen evenly…. Thank you for your helpful advice, Noctis-sensei." Sophia remained flat as she twisted her grilled sausage.
There is a reason why they are beginners in this regard. They were in a world with a backward era of the developed world, while Noctis bought it from the modern world. Of course they had never eaten such grilled sausages before. But at least, they had eaten something like game meat, fish, and houses.
Not much they did after that. As per the short story of Yovanca, they all went on to roast their respective grilled sausages, keeping them from charred only on one side. They cook it and they eat it themselves. No one else would be harmed if it was charred, but they themselves would eat the charred sausage.
The little wolf was awakened by the pleasant smell of sausages. Theresa who realized it said to the little wolf, "Do you want to? I deliberately burned two of them. One of them is for you. Try to get up, Okami-san!" Then Theresa brought the sausage closer to the little wolf in her left hand.
The wolf had a little trouble moving its weak body. But at least, the condition of falling asleep for a day makes his body become to have a little energy that returns, making him have some energy to do the action. It was still very sad when he was in such a bad state like this. He also looked cute along with his feathers which made them all sympathize with the little wolf.
Slowly, he tried to stand up and got closer to Theresa's left hand, where one of the grilled sausages was there. The sight from his narrowed eyes made him not very clearly look at the thing in front of him, but his nose could smell a good smell and he just needed to head towards this smell he was smelling.
The pleasant smell of grilled sausage is enough to arouse human taste as long as the cook it carefully and use minimalist margarine seasoning. Wolves that incidentally have a sharp smell will of course be able to know where the location of this sausage. Not to mention, the location of the sausage is not too far away, only a few centimeters from where it lost consciousness before.
With his body still limp, the little wolf only bit a small portion of the meat of the sausage. Not too much at first, but after a few bites, he started to bite bigger and spent one stick of sausage in a short time.
'How sad…. The sausage took about ten minutes to bake, but ran out after a few bites whose duration was less than two minutes.' After looking at the little wolf, Sophia returned to the sausage in her right hand. 'It looks like I myself will do something similar to that as well. Cooking time is longer than consuming time. Being independent and starting everything from scratch is hard work….'
'Don't do it, Sophia-chan. There is a difference between eating your own food and eating someone else's. Are you not satisfied with the taste you have made yourself? It feels more exciting and thrilling when you eat it yourself, right?' reply Theresa through her thoughts.
'Huh, okay. At least this time you contacted me through the mental connection between us.' Sophia rolled her eyes in another direction. 'I don't want you to divulge my thoughts as you please. You yourself will definitely feel uncomfortable when others find out about your thoughts, right?'
'Hehe.' Theresa only had a small laugh in her mind that was channeled to Sophia.
Seeing the little wolf finishing the sausage in one wooden stick, Theresa offered her the sausage. "Do you still want to? You must be so hungry you've been asleep all day." He aimed the sausage in his right hand at the little wolf with a smile.
This one sausage will be consumed by Theresa herself actually. But after seeing the little wolf enjoying it very much and also looking still hungry, Theresa felt unbearable in her heart to let the little wolf.
The Little Wolf slightly nodded and began to devour the other sausage. His hunger today makes him a voracious creature and eats other people's rations when he is not working. After all he was still an animal and only moved according to his instincts.
Seeing that, Noctis said, "Well, you're a girl who's too naive. For the size of such an animal you do not need to give your grilled sausage. Just give it that is still raw with a little warmed. Don't you feel like you've done nothing in vain?"
"Hmm.. how, yeah." Theresa looked up. "I just feel like I want to give someone better. Whoever does good even to animals, does that not mean that someone has shown his affection? Also because animals cannot always return the favor, this becomes a form of sincerity." He directed his bright smile at Noctis.
"Hmph! You're still too good, Pink Girl!" Noctis thrusts his grilled sausage at Theresa. "It! You can have mine. After all, spirit does not require food as long as it obtains natural energy."