Hand the basket to Mark back to the clinic. The contents are ratatouille and plain petite bread that I put to sleep overnight, plus a juicy meat sandwich. I sliced it into thin slices and pinched it with the same meat as yesterday's steak. The size and contents are just voluminous.

Mark and Hugh had breakfast here, but Dr. Daniel wouldn't have had it yet, and he decided to eat anything for lunch and have it brought home.

While me and Lady Adelaide were packing in a cage in the kitchen, some three men were talking... we were close. They're different ages and types, but they're all good, so I guess we can talk about it.

No, I met a kid via his ex-husband who said he was too good to talk to his classmates when he was in middle and high school and it was hard. I was so happy to go into college and meet professors and seniors that I could finally talk to them the way I wanted to. Here's the "senior" point, even when I was a college student, I still couldn't do it with my classmates. Seniors are not undergraduates, so I can cry.

"It's fun to have a conversation when you can talk about what you like."

He said it was the first time I had ever known him and read a specialty book in thermodynamics with glittering eyes... now he must have definitely held a research position at a university in the United States or somewhere. How are you? It's also hard to say that the levels are too different, something that I squinting at.

It's not a smart question in my case, but I didn't have any friends I could call my best friend.

Primary school friends have naturally become alienated since the school district split up in secondary school. Being in a position to take on unfamiliar chores in one hand as a junior high school student, I couldn't afford to pay any other attention and naturally had little interaction outside of school with my school friends because I didn't get into clubs and went straight home.

We used to get along at school, and of course there were kids who took time off and lunch together. There were many relaxed children because of the countryside, and although they weren't abused or anything, none of them were forced to invite them after school or on holidays, so none of the kids in the relationship remained like seeing them after middle school, high school or graduation.

I wasn't even that far away, but I didn't go to the bar mitzvah, because I couldn't even think of anyone who wanted to meet me. Colleges and universities are busy with classes and assignments, and they work part-time in families in between, so make the most of it. The friendly child was transferred across the border while working for a general company and not having the time to sell with me.

Patterns during my senior junior years were not a big deal about people being blessed and bothered with relationships, and although some of my companions at work were willing to tea or shop when the holidays were right, if I realized it, I didn't have any normal friends, especially people I could call my best friends... What if I'm so lonely? If you weren't involved in customer service, it would be my decision.

I'm kind of so proud of Mr. Walter for making fun of me and for the wind I can't care that Mark pinching his hand was supposed to be today yesterday.

There is also interaction with the women in the village, and although they are getting along, no one knows my special position of being an 'invitee', so I'm really going to make a relationship based on that.

I feel like Dear Adelaide and Dr. Daniel are seeing me not as an 'invitee', but as an 'individual Margaret'. I guess that's why I think I love it extra.

I'm not sure yet about the two of you who came yesterday, but Mark also... probably doesn't seem very 'invitee' conscious. I don't feel anything like the thin walls that were around the beginning these days either. I mean, since I started stroking my head, I'd be close to it if I did. Weren't you from that system?

Tomorrow is Nanny's Day, so I promise I'll see you at the clinic and drop you off. When I went back to the kitchen to fix my hair that was stroked again and slightly disturbed, Lady Adelaide brewed me vanilla tea.

"I'll be out before noon because there's a ladies' club gathering today. I told you about Margaret's absence, so I'm gonna ask you to stay home."

"Oh, are you going out"

"Yes, I didn't reschedule my normal life. I'll leave Margaret alone."

Yes, Mr. Walter and Mr. Hugh came to Meeserie not only to interview me, but also to see what the village was like, what the living environment was, and more. So they had told me beforehand that they wanted me to live as normal as possible.

At the women's club gatherings, adult women from the village gather two or three times a month at the rally point to sew and knit and make preserved food for everyone.

Bring lunch, and all this day is free from the family business to live, and yes, it's a so-called Mommy Luncheon, where you blossom and go home refreshed to live and chat.

The difference is that from hand I never rest while chatting, if it was a handkerchief edge or embroidery, two or three sheets, if it was a sweater, even if I put in pattern braids, I would be able to afford about my forebody. Hand-working skills of women in the village, half-assed. Sometimes they make big men to use in the village together.

With new recipes spreading from lunch, and some informative people telling us about the fashion of the King's Capital as soon as possible, it's a day to be waited for in this less entertaining land.

It wasn't the village chief's house that made my face the first time I could walk too, it was a gathering of women's associations...... with this said, do you know how important it is in this community? A group of women should never turn to their enemies. Instead, you can rely very much on it.

The women of Meeserie are so refreshing and serene that it is very gratifying to be able to interact with adults without much trouble.

Normally, I would go with you, but then the investigators, Master Walter and Mr. Hugh, who are basically obliged to accompany you these past few days, would also follow you.

Men's prohibition is the iron rule for gatherings of women's associations. I'm sorry to hear that your wives lost one chance to love two handsome men in the Wang capital up close - but they didn't admit the exception of breaking the code. Exactly.

That's why I left a message... I was looking forward to seeing Tanya, the blacksmith, show off her new pie today. Master Adelaide will get you a slice, if you hadn't told me, I'd have locked two men in a chicken shed and snuck out.

Tanya's pie, it's delicious. Um, crust of sacks! Yet filling is juicy everywhere! Oh, who is it?

Cleaning and laundry, dropping off Dear Adelaide, who leaves with a lunch basket and sewing tools, it's time for lunch. That said, the menu was the same as I let Mark hold it, so I warmed up Ratatouille and just cut the petite bread in half and soaked it with garlic butter for a light toast. Yeah, good smell to appetite.

The world is different. The smell of garlic after meals that everyone cares about is erased by parsley with plenty of salad. I heard you should eat cheese or apples, or green tea works, but parsley is the major thing here.

Slightly different from the original world. Bitter and aromatic, very easy to eat. This parsley is one of my favorites. Only a few of them are planted in the corner of the field behind them, but they are strong in reproduction, and if they are chiseled, eaten too much or as food, if you notice, they are always pluggy and dark green. I would have raised a planter on the veranda of an apartment in Japan.

"Oh, I can't stop smelling something ~. It's been so long since I've been hungry."

"... sounds delicious"

Look, Mr. Fluffy and Mr. Peco came along with a delicious smell. I wish they were just watching, but they've been hanging out with me all morning cleaning and stuff and helped a lot, thank you. Thanks to you, it shines shiny up to the railings of the stairs and on the decorative shelves that you don't normally reach.

Amazing, magic is great for cleaning. I have incremented my sandwich roast beef with thanks.

Now, why don't you come up from noon without worrying about the smell?

"Morning, Walter. I wish I was resting a little longer. '

I can't believe I could normally speak to my son like that, who hasn't seen him in eight years. Even if I thought I was in the Mansion of the King's Capital. The last one was about the minimum greeting I needed, and there was less to call names.

My son, who is often too busy at work to go home, is only an enthusiastic daughter-in-law to socialize. A butler or housekeeper who, after decades of being married, gives thanks but cannot be solved.

In the first year after my son and his wife got married and started cohabiting, I told Meeserie that I would leave only on the day I made my own decision in myself.

"... anyway, it must already be a decision in my mother. Do as you please. Property and other administrative procedures can be done here."

I say the same thing with the same face as my husband.

Even though I did give birth with a stomachache, I was only able to be involved in raising my son for a few moments when I was a little girl. My mother-in-law broke that I would "spoil and waste" my son, stroke him, and make him drink tea.

No matter if you exhaust your words or your heart, you will never pass them on. They are openly rejected even in an attempt to tame their demeanor. It was like living alone in an exotic country where words didn't make sense.

It's just an empty day to only be allowed to glimpse the growth of my son, who looks more and more like my husband in his face and in his actions, from afar. Needless to say, it was the covenant between the two houses and my will that I still did not divorce or separate.

And it was also my intention to make the place of hiding not my home but my measly... I didn't want to go home to remembering the times when I was happy. I saw important people living peacefully in my hometown and was afraid they might start to envy and hate me.

I guess my son, who grew up in such a biased mind and relationship, didn't curse me about leaving, was inherently a sweet kid. I'm so sorry for my lack of power that if I could have raised him in a different way, I would have built a warm family myself.

When I left King's Capital and was also familiar enough with village life. Daniel was spared to leave the royal palace and set up a clinic in Meeserie. This guy, too, always supported me in the shadows and in the sun even though he was a victim swung by me and my parents. I can't give you anything back, but that he will continue to live in the same land... that was enough.

"Mr. Adelaide, your son. You're big. You look like your husband."

"How are you doing?

"Hugh was skinny, but you grew a lot taller."

Hey, hey, how about giving your son our niece or something? How dare you accept chatter without any other love?

Did the years I didn't see him make him do that, or was he or Margaret with him detoxifying him? My son, still strong on the face and lacking in expression, was surprised that the atmosphere seemed somewhat soothing.

I never thought I'd be able to deal with it so naturally back then.

'Feed them lots of delicious food and welcome them full'

How much was saved by Margaret, who brightly declared that she would treat her special cookies if she couldn't? This kid really brings me such a warm light at the end of my life.

"Fighting and making up, while you're alive, right?"

That she had lost her parents early, she had eyes that looked far away.

While I strongly believed that my son's week of stay would surely be comparable to the past decade, I kept moving the embroidered needle with distant memories of what his favorite was for the rest.