Lots!
Grandpa Tom, you’ve worked hard.
There’s enough to fill one 8 liter bucket.
How do you intend on carrying it?
We have to eat in moderation so that we have enough small potatoes to plant for the next year……
Oh my? Grandpa Tom suddenly ran off somewhere and disappeared.
………… Oy, old man…… where did you run off to?
…………………… O~yy!
…………………………………… He returned with a swoosh.
“Jousama, let’s put them in this bag.”
Nice one! Grandpa Tom, I apologize from the bottom of my heart for calling you an old man.
Shall we squeeze them in then!
“Jousama, what about these small ones?”
Whoops, I almost forgot.
“I’m thinking of setting them aside to plant them for next year. Yeah, let’s leave the bigger ones for the seeds.”
We should be able to fry these tiny ones and eat them straight away! Surely!
Let’s make fried potatoes first.
Everyone should be able to eat them like that.
“Jousama, I will put these in storage then. Wait a moment.”
Saying that, he brought the big ones away.
I put the small ones in the bag in the meanwhile.
Just imagining eating them fried with the skin makes me drool.
Lard…… how much was possible to make, I wonder……
“Jousama, I will carry it……”
Grandpa Tom brought the bag away with a worried face……… why did you look so worried?
“Jousama, dirty works are for men. You have dirtied your precious dress……”
Ah…… did he think I was feeling down because I dirtied the dress? ………… Hmm, I’m not depressed or anything!
I wonder why? …………… Is it because I’m not concerned with dresses that much?
……………………? Eh? Waitwaitwait? Why am I not concerned!
That’s strange~? I’m a noble lady, you know? I should be concerned!
…………… Let’s think about it carefully!
……………………… I properly wore dresses when outing.
A school uniform at the academy, with a long skirt.
I have worn dresses after returning and for these past several days.
Something…… something is bothering me……… no, let’s leave that aside.
Rather than that, potatoes come first!
Let’s cook!
When Grandpa Tom and I arrived at the kitchen, a large cylindrical container full of hot lard was standing before us.
A hot air drifted inside the kitchen.
Head Chef who was sweating profusely was standing there in an imposing stance.
Lots of potatoes, lots of oil.