Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

It was a dark day.

I think of the time that has passed like rage since I left the King's Capital and exhale gently. Was it because of Hugh, not to be sure, that I was so uncomfortable reuniting with my mother, who was so sick? Or because of the 'invitee' Margaret. Nothing in my relationship with my mother has changed, but it is true that I feel much easier.

Cleanse yourself lightly with the toiletries provided in a simple but carefully maintained, warm room.

The less-designed bedroom is also decorated with clean, handy sheets and blankets, and the small table with flowers that appear to have been blooming in the garden. Light curtains, watercolor-like flowers blooming wallpaper...... learn my mother's thoughts again in so much difference from the heavy mansion of Wang Du.

"It doesn't fit..."

Self-derision mixes with the twinkle that came out unexpectedly.

My parents were a complete political marriage. I hear that my mother, who had other fiancées through her heart, sold herself for her falling home and became the posterior wife of my father, who was twenty years old. It was not until my successor, my birth, that my father, who bought the history of my mother's home, barely maintained such a relationship with my mother, and then naturally left his own wife unfamiliar with the life of the King's capital.

In the Wang capital, my mother lived in that mansion until ten years ago because she had me, a son who was biased. If I hadn't been born, I would have gone to my fiancée, who still thinks of my mother, sooner, in isolation or whatever. At least that should have been possible after my father's death.

Pretend you didn't see it, and you didn't blame your ex-wife for impersonating our mother for the failure of our marriage, so it's the same crime.

There's no way I can be forgiven. I don't want to bother you anymore.

That's why I took the distance. That's the only way I knew how to do it.

My body is tired, but I can't help it. If you turn to the kitchen downstairs to drink water, you will notice signs of people.

Looking inside through the open door, Margaret was blurring out in the darkness with only the lights at hand, looking at the fire heating the kann.

I tried to get back to the room thinking it would be bad to interrupt, but her side, which I saw, was going to disappear too flashy.

I was shouting my awareness.

The tea you made tasted nostalgic. On a cold winter day or a cold, the memory of my mother brewing for me as just a small child comes back to life.

Was the tea my mother picked and made back then just like this... I can't think of it. There are no such simple flowers or other blooms in the garden of Wang Du's mansion.

I was told something unexpected that I was drinking as I remembered. I didn't know you felt the burden of being here. Living so well together, it is visible that my mother will grieve if she leaves.

Would you have been satisfied with my explanation? I also feel like I rushed to pull it off and even did something extra, but suddenly I open my eyes and I'm surprised because I'm staring straight at this one very close. So I almost said the distance between a man and a woman, and now I realize that this situation of being alone in a dim room at night is a problem before that, and I can't say anything anymore.

... I think she's a strange woman. I have no figure, no face, nothing to cower at me for being intimidating. I slowly spin words on hand without even sounding uncomfortable, even though I can't seem to say one thing I cared about outside of work.

I have also earned the trust of my mother and Dr. Reynolds in this short period of time. Is the reign of not liking strife and seeking peace a hallmark of the 'invitee' or her learning?

I am surprised at myself for some reason that I feel preferred a situation that I would normally never welcome: being alone with a heterosexual I am not familiar with. For a moment before bed, we drink tea together with few words... I don't think I had such a peaceful time with my broken up wife either.

"... Huh?

If you return to me with a thin, white fingertip that touches your eyes, the flower will smile like a dust. I wish I had always done that, but for the first time I realized I was laughing when it was written in a black feather pen.

The empty cup was lowered while I couldn't move as if it were in a gold bondage. A shaking pearl rises in thin darkness if you put a rusty dark hair on one ear.

Kacha, and keeping an eye on the back washing with a small sound, overlapped the sight that had earlier been embraced by Mark. A luxurious body that fits perfectly in your arms.

... when his unconsciously stood up and stretched out hand nearly touched his thin shoulder, he was also stepped on.

"Eh, Buddy."

My mother's dog, who came between me and Margaret, rubbed off at her naturally when she saw this one, asking her to stroke her. Noticed Margaret smiles happily, wiping her wet hands and stroking her thoughtfully. Buddy narrows his eyes to feel good.

I was told to go straight to bed and with Buddy the footsteps gently dropped off the back of leaving the kitchen...... much more surprising to me.

What did I try to do now?

"... you're such an excellent bodyguard"

Words overflowed with bitter laughter as he looked at his right hand, which had lost his way.

The birds of the woods are still awake today. Will an urban-grown boy endure this great chorus?

As usual, Adelaide stood in the kitchen when I got downstairs.

"Good morning, Margaret. Have you rested well? You washed me last night, I'm glad you left it."

I knew I'd wake up at the same time in the morning, and I was relieved that I couldn't see yesterday's fatigue on Master Adelaide smiling.

If I wanted to help you wash the vegetables, Master Walter woke up trying to get out of the field because he asked for tomatoes and eggs.

"Good morning...... you're both early"

"Well, good morning, Walter. I wish I was resting a little longer."

"A bird... Oh, no, with something awake"

I knew it. - I know. They told me that when they saw me trying to go outside, they would go with me. Dear Walter, now you're trying not to be alone with Adelaide! Yeah, I told you to talk.

... well, but. He says it's been eight years since I've seen him, and when I see that Master Adelaide hasn't tried to force me to talk, I wonder if it's okay to take my time. I guess just because I came to this village first is a step forward.

"Will you finally show me around the house? Because yesterday, in the end, I only saw part of the back"

It's hard to say no if you say so. That's right, I work in the royal palace, you scammer.

Master Adelaide recommended me to take him away and go outside. Though the morning air is cool, the sun is pretty close to summer. To protect against the ultraviolet rays that would surely also be in this world, I first headed to the chicken hut in a tight straw hat.

I noticed you left that magic guide in your room after you left. but what is it to go back to, so I'll borrow my palm as usual to explain.

The birds woke you up, didn't they? When I heard that, I returned it with a bitter laugh. You can rest early tonight, it's your day's life.

I thought I'd even get some help picking up eggs at the chicken shed, and when this big guy comes in, he's gitchy! Especially the height. I laughed unexpectedly because I struggled in the narrow. I'm sorry, change of players. There were five eggs today. Continue to the field behind you as you loosen up.

"Do you harvest anything?

Tomatoes, tomatoes. If it turns so red, I'll show it to the model one that's ripe enough to hold it. I will be the basket clerk.

The hand, which was not easy at first, was no longer lost after taking all three or four, and quickly the cage was filled with bright red tomatoes. Whoa, I don't know what to do, this amount. Do you want to make juice or even tomato sauce?

I'm going to be unable to get into the cage, so I'm going to get a break from trying to take it yet, and I'm going to tell you all where I can see it. There are no wrinkles between the eyebrows that I observe with interest, as I have never seen vegetables, flowers, or seedlings.

"... you must have definitely been here as a child. You don't remember."

The height of the sight just makes it look different. Firstly, since Master Adelaide came over, he's turned this place into a field. Before that, I heard it was usually just a flowerbed garden.

While I was a little impressed with the fact that they naturally held the tomato cage of the heavier one rather than the eggs, I had a face I found out when I walked around in front of the woods and slowly talked to them and went out to the front entrance of the mansion. Oh, my brow wrinkles are back.

"Good morning. Healthy in the morning, you two."

You're up early, too, Mr. Hugh. It's the clinic nanny's day off, but I wonder if something happened.

"Anything wrong? I think it's still early in the morning."

"No, the young teacher told me he was going to get some herbs, so I followed him."

Young Doctor... you mean Mark. Um, I thought it was always after breakfast to come to the woods, but not earlier today? The conversation between the two continues as if my thoughts were conveyed.

"Right. Is it always this early?

"Come on? He says I'm over here, so he'll stop by when he's done picking it. Hey, lady, you're still getting magic from the woods, you feel anything?

Mr. Hugh seems a little short for me shaking my head beside him... sorry, dull! I don't know what I don't know.

What about breakfast? Help me consume this tomato if I haven't already.

He didn't think he'd be invited to breakfast, and when I wrote it in his palm, Mr. Hugh nodded happily in two replies. Mark says he hasn't eaten yet either, so I'll ask the two of you to stop by.

My head is full of this morning's extra tomato menu and a sudden increase of two. When I said no to the two behind me, I decided to rush back to the kitchen one foot away to tell Lady Adelaide.

"I don't think Walter feels comfortable doing anything."

"What is something?"

"Oh, look. Margaret, you're a good girl. And she's cute."

"You look right at me like that."

"So, there's been nothing since last night? That's not true."

"... None"

"Oh, what that subtlety while!

"Shut up."

"Uh, 'cause she's still free, right? I don't think the young teacher said that either."

"You again..."

So the conversation between the two of them didn't reach my ears.

Master Adelaide is a good cook. Omelets are the ones who have been taught a lot but can't particularly imitate them. I wasn't originally very good at semi-ripe eggs, but Dear Adelaide's omelet is something else. No slight raw odor, fluffy outside and thickened. I don't know, this other dimension.

This omelet, satisfied enough with just salt and pepper, was picked today and served with tomato fresh sauce. What luxury.

Cut the tomatoes out of the water and add the coarsely minced purple onions that were gently creased into the water. Simple sauce just flavored with salt by adding chopped parsley to the finish over the fire to the extent of warming. But this makes the plate suddenly gorgeous like a flower blooming bright red on a yellow omelet.

Because the tomatoes are ripe in the trees, the flavour is intense, but only a little early in the season, so the sourness is stronger than sweetness, and this goes well with the thick eggs again.

So, well, Mr. Hugh was originally in the head count, so the breakfast schedule was in order without running out of ingredients.

The two of them, who didn't quite come back to see what they were talking about, eventually showed up in the kitchen aligned with Mark, who apparently joined them at the front door.

So Mark, because you don't have to ask me how I'm feeling at the aperture. It's not in the impact of exploration or anything, I'm fine. So you don't have to stroke your head, don't even peek in your face, you can't embarrass me in the morning anymore, because I'm twenty-eight.

Uh, what do I do? Oh, yeah, Buddy! Speaking of which, I haven't seen Buddy since I woke up in the morning. That's crazy, I usually thought we'd have breakfast together and I looked, and I slept in my favorite space in front of the fireplace in the living room.

Dear Adelaide, Buddy, I wonder what's wrong.

"I was already awake when I woke up, so I guess I woke up too early and fell asleep. Or stay up late."

"Walter, was Buddy standing in the night police?

"I need to work on that. Well done, Buddy."

"... Outside the heart"

I'm not sure what it is, Buddy, but good luck. Let me leave you alone.