After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World

”Time for lunch,” Garan said, coming out of the house. He had come home during his break from the barracks, a habit now since moving in Alterra.

After all, they were apart so often back in Terran, and he couldn’t bear being apart from her for too long now.

In his arms were the two babies, taken from the neighbor’s house on his way there. This was probably to force her to leave her plants. This wasn’t needed though as she had already ran out of mana.

Althea smiled warmly and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, before turning to smooch the babies’ cheeks.

”Mwahhmaaa~”

”Gugughhhmmn…”

She chuckled and gently pinched their soft cheeks, before taking one of the babies into her arms as she looked at her husband. ”How’s the training?”

”Very good. Everyone’s making steady progress,” he said. More and more elementalists had awakened thanks to their focused training. With the soldiers’ help, they were also able to learn a skill or two at a relatively short amount of time.

”What about you?” He asked, gently leading his wife to the dining room.

She smiled and told him of the plant stats which she spent half a day on. He was a little surprised at the Silk trees though, and similarly mused that perhaps it was a stowaway seed.

He wasn’t wrong. The Silk Tree was indeed from one of the Cloth Cities. Specifically, Cloth City which was known for its smooth fabrics targeted for nobles.

By some careless mistake, a few were dropped and eventually ended up in various markets. Because they were so controlled though, no one recognized them for what they were, and were simply sold as an unknown seed for a discounted price.

Of course, the Cloth City wouldn’t have minded either way because the trees required special, often counterintuitive conditions to grow. Not only that, even if by some miracle it did grow, who’d know how to turn them into cloth?

Too bad it ended up in Alterra.

Eventually, they’d even create superior kinds from the same raw materials. Of course, this was something for later.

Anyway, back in the Gaea team villa, the family of four headed to the dining room to eat their meal.

To save time, Harold always sent them some food from the restaurant, and the meat and soup were still piping hot.

Today, they were having a bowl of fresh salad composed of Terran vegetables combined with the Tutu berry, the fruit that was bigger and less sweet versions of grapes (and a lot of seeds). It was one of the very few fruits in Xeno that actually had taste though.

It was nicely seasoned, and covered with special dressing made from the fruit seeds. They partnered well with the taste of tomato and lettuce, adding a special crunch.

For the meat it was grilled Gugu birds, its tender meat promising a burst of flavor in every bite.

”The Gugu bird here are definitely better, I also confirmed with the Mercenary Team cooks,” Garan said. He couldn’t comment on the others, including meat from broat or fishes, because they weren’t available to him before Alterra so he couldn’t compare.

She nodded. She had heard similar comments, though the changes weren’t instantaneous so no one was certain. However, her husband was a great cook and had a sensitive sense of taste. Him saying this meant there were really differences.

”Maybe it’s because their food is from system farms?”

”Possibly, and there’s also the fact that they grew and were grazed in these farms.”

This was very interesting. If true, then this meant even this raw material had a premium!

As for the babies, while drinking broat milk, they extended their cute little hands towards their food too. They opened their mouths making small o’s, as if asking them to feed them the same thing.

The babies were now nearly two months old, but they looked at least three or four months old. At this point, more little teeth had appeared.

She sighed. However, they were so tiny and cute, though she couldn’t help but feel worried.

This was usually found five to six months in, even amongst aborigines born here.

The couple just smiled and ignored them at first, continuing to eat their meals. However, at some point the kids pouted and refused to drink from their bottles, eyes fixed on the hard sumptuous food in front of their parents.

Althea saw this and turned to her husband. ”Do you think they’re ready for some soft food?”

She searched and it was typically at six months, but conventional knowledge no longer applied to her babies.

If they continued like this, then breast milk would no longer be enough either. Garan looked at her with an unchanging expression, but his eyes brightened. Did it mean he could have it all for himself?

If Althea knew what he was thinking, she’d pinch his cheeks.

Anyway, at ’six months’, the gag reflex that automatically pushed away food was gone, and from the way her children played with their teether, they could at least gum food.

Before, they had been adding flavor in their milk, now she could try adding bits of the real thing.

She pursed her lips and went to crush them some food. She chose Gouji berry (unseeded, of course), crushed them, and added milk before giving some to the babies, who seemed very curious about the new food.

She put the spoon and made an o with her mouth, and the cute babies soon followed her lead.

They adorably took in the spoon, and a lot of the goo escaped. Garan wiped their mouths with the bibs.

”Mwamhmmm…”

”Googhmnnn!”

The babies made os with their mouths again, occasionally numming as if they were still tasting the sweetness.

The couple smiled and carefully fed the babies, though with much less in a spoon. They ate everything.

”Should we be concerned?”

”Not even Oslo knew what’s happening…”

Then again… they found out Meatball could control his weight while Pepper could teleport… what was eating soft foods a little earlier??