Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

I was surprised by the letter that was specially delivered first thing in the morning. From Wang Du, there is a Marquis Mistress as a candidate for my conversation... from now on. Although Master Walter was somewhat surprised, reading the letter seemed convinced.

"It's only a face-to-face meeting, so I guess we'll just see each other and go straight back to King's Capital. Hugh said something about people his age, so you responded first. Looks like you decided you'd better stay with me."

"Walter, do you know this young lady?

"If at all. Your father's Marquis and I meet each other a lot at work. That's right... you're under the impression that you're a fine young lady with no choice."

Wasn't the Marquis a very high status? Surely it would be third to the royal family, the Duke's house. I can't thank you enough for meeting such a young lady with a department store customer service technique. If you do something disrespectful without knowing it, Master Adelaide will also be annoyed.

I'm the only one in a hurry, and Master Walter and Master Adelaide have calmed down.

"I don't care, in my capacity, Margaret is out of the system. You're on par with royalty, no, because you're in a better position than that. I'm not a bad person, so feel free to meet him, and if he seems good, you can talk about the day again slowly."

"I wish we could be friends. Hey, Margaret. Because Meeserie doesn't have many young kids."

No, if I told him I didn't want that position, he smiled back at me knowing. Well, certainly not many young kids, they're just married at the same age. But what can I talk about with such a raw lady... I read the letter carefully again and nailed it to her name.

... Lady Marquis Rachel Lindgren.

Too bad. Too bad. Why not Rachel Lind? Russia, I missed you.

I decided to stay normal, believing the two of you that I wouldn't have to worry about the customer. Since the maid of honor is a small group of samurai and escort and guard, there is nothing else to prepare for cleaning. It's not clinic day, so I'll do my chores in the morning as usual. Before it got hot and I was pulling out the noticeable weeds in the field, Mark stopped by the backyard to pick up the herbs in the woods.

I don't care what I did yesterday today. I was in a mood for behavioral suspicion, but the abomination of Mark as usual...... Oh, no, it's a lie. I'm sorry, Herb. You picked a biwa from the woods last time, I did, thank you! Oh, this one's an apricot? There's also an apricot, a forest of treasure. I'm so happy.

"You said you wanted it. I'll show you when your legs heal."

Looking satisfied at me delighted with biwa and apricots, Mark took a straw hat from my head with yellow fruit laying down a pile of cages. My hands are too usual to fix my slightly messed up hair... that this guy has always had the same stance. I was turning my red conscious face downwards and they turned me upwards with my softly descending hand.

The gloves are covered in dirt because I was grazing them and I can't touch them and talk to them. Slowly they call me by my name and raise my gaze in notion, but alas, my eyes hurt beautifully. Oh, what, why is my face closing in, wow, I can't back off with my head held down. Shaped lips blush your cheeks right next to your ears...... hey, out here, in the morning,

"... do you have a buddy?

Why bother whispering that in your ear?!?

You're here, you call? You can call me, Birdie!

I feel like I'm definitely being played and I'm staring at you... but you look so happy, I don't even feel angry. That eye, the anomaly.

I'm sorry, I laugh, I apologize, I put my straw hat back, and I stroke my cheek with my finger back for fun, so already, something. I'm not going to win. Buddy came over here where he gave up lightly even though his heart was loud.

It seems to tell Buddy for some reason even though he doesn't have a voice. He always comes if you call him. But when you see where your ears aren't moving, it doesn't sound like you're hearing it as a sound. I think it's strange.

Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow. Mark took me. Looks like Mark corrected his residence for some reason when he left across the field, crouched down and gazed at Buddy.

When I can get away with all that, I can't see the look in my eyes anymore. It's so blurry that you can see the general motion. It's also what I'm looking at that I can't see, so I decided to go back to cleaning up the grass that was almost over. In doing so, the two of them came back and looked up to me, asking, and Mark told me even as a matter of course.

"I made a report to Buddy. I think I got your permission."

Of what?

"Is Lady Adelaide in the kitchen?

Yeah, but. What, what's wrong? I nod to Mark's question and I still don't know what it means. Mark, hey, what's with that sunny smile?

"Tell your parents about us."

Huh. That's, uh...

"Though it was a prospect for Dr. Daniel."

... What does Buddy mean before Adelaide? When I told Adelaide and Walter about this later, they laughed and affirmed that I was right in that order. Why not?

While I was washing the apricots and biwa with a flush outside the kitchen, Mark went back to the clinic to tell Adelaide. I kissed my hand instead of saying hello...... I used water and it was wet so I got it on my wrist eh not a lot of skinships!? What do you mean while I'm even embarrassed but I don't think I like it?

Besides, Master Adelaide smiled at me for saying, "I thought so," and I'm kind of done, oh, well, the water feels so cold.

Speaking of which, Dr. Daniel also has my hindsight, so he has the same letter that arrived at the teacher in the morning. Though the teacher doesn't know Rachel, Mark says he's met her before.

"... you felt exactly like Marquis."

I don't know much about it because I've never talked about it, but it gave me the impression of appearance. I can't imagine because I've never met the Marquis. Since I worked in a department store in the city, the royal family came here very occasionally, but the cosmetics floor was passed. Yeah, miss...... I can only think of the bell bulbs, but I definitely don't think so.

I put the washed biwa next to the fly book egg, and the customer will arrive in the afternoon, so I can still afford the time, and shall we have a look at the apricot?

While gently wiping away the puffy apricot water that has been raised, take one by one of the remaining shafts in the mouth. I like this task a lot when it comes to plum wine. Coming with bamboo skewers and yang branch makes the refreshment when you can take polo quite sickly.

After that, place the knife all the way along the line that is vertically in the apricot and twist with both hands to crack the pacan clean. Save the seeds you took out and actually keep going to the bowl. When half of the skinned fruit is piled, cover 60-70% of the weight sugar...... yes, it is apricot jam. There's even more sugar than strawberries, hehe.

I can tell by eating it, but unlike the plum, the flavour is blurred when the apricots remain raw. So, it has quite a bit of acidity. And what is it, pectin? I don't know if it's low, I heard it doesn't solidify when it's low on sugar.

Though there seems to be some recipe for reducing sugar and adding pectin, I have a sugar increment option. A little too much, but a woman has a lot of nerve. And also, when you wait for the moisture to come out and boil.

So, the removed seeds should be washed and dried again well. This is like plum wine and soaked in a high degree of alcohol with sugar makes it liqueur. Yes, Amaretto. The official way of making it was certainly to crack the seeds and remove the almonds inside and use them, but I soaked the seeds with vodka and ice sugar all round. I used this as a homemade amaretto. 'Cause it's pretty hard to break seeds. It's okay, it tastes good enough as a seed.

Divide by carbonation or ginger ale, or sprinkle a small amount on your buddy's almond tofu. It smells good, doesn't it?

Apricots were a battle when I found them because they only went out in store for a moment. I also have a super nostalgic memory of miso, soy sauce and oil running out only on those days and I went home crying over the weight...... I can't believe I picked it in the woods behind me. That struggle is like a dream.

Speaking of which, Biwa seeds were also made into alcohol. I wonder if this was a healthy liquor genre, let's not throw it away after we eat it. Biwa leaves can be soaked and lotion made, and hey, fruit trees don't have to be wasted!

Master Walter continued to go on the inspection yesterday, but today said he would return after noon because it was only the remainder of what he could not see yesterday. It's been a long time since Adelaide and I had lunch today because I heard you were going to eat with the village chief as it was. All right, let's make Biwa a dessert soon.

Biwa...... There are no Biwa trees in the North where I grew up. No, there may be, but it doesn't. He said it's not good if it's cold. I was surprised when I moved to Kanto by transfer and saw that there was usually a biwa tree outside with fruit on it. I think maybe it's the same emotion I saw the banana on. Because I've only seen Biwa packed into a large layer next to a boxed melon in the refrigerated corner of a fruit store. Of course I never bought it.

There was a biwa tree in the corner of a small field in the zoning district on the way to the station, and the landlord's grandfather gave it to me when I watched it. That's my first biwa. It was paler than I thought, but it tasted sweeter and gentler.

And then there were sothets and aloe planted in the street trees near my apartment, and I was pretty surprised by that too. 'Cause the greenhouse stuff's outside! What do you mean it's outdoors?

Besides, golden wood rhinos. That's also the first time I've smelled golden wood rhino that's not an aromatherapy because I can't get past winter in a cold area. The real thing smelled so good, I used to collect small orange flowers that fell apart and put them in my room. Japan is small when you look at it on the globe, but it was completely different in it, wasn't it?

What about this world? I was shown the map, but I don't know how blurry it is because I don't know how far away it is. But even Japan lived a short time ago at a distance that you could walk on your feet. Before you could have a car, train or plane, it should have been within your life's reach enough to get there on foot or by horse.

I also hear stories about Wang Du and neighboring countries, but they seem somewhat gay... well, slow down. I can't help but rush.

In the meantime, he went to the field to pick the vegetables to accompany his lunch in order to solve his most recent problem.