For dinner, Rory taught them how to make braised exotic-beast meat, steamed sea beast, and a dish of oil-braised giant prawns.
She also squeezed some fresh juice, then took out a bottle of fruit wine from her space ring.
She had brewed it herself. Only this one bottle was left.
"What's that?" Vincent and Jasper looked at what Rory had taken out, their eyes filled with curiosity.
There was no actual alcohol in the interstellar world. Rory had no idea why.
The Astrium Empire possessed an extremely advanced civilization—top-tier weapons, housing, clothing, and technology.
Some beastmen even cooked. The results weren't great, but at least the food was edible.
But alcohol? It was as if there had been a cultural gap—a really big gap. It simply didn't exist.
Normally, they drank water, juice extracted from exotic plants, or various liquids. Some beastmen drank tea.
"This is fruit wine I brewed myself. Want to try it?"
