By the time they had finished harvesting everything—
“……”
“All right, let us go wash them now.”
“Teacher, I think this may be a little…”
“We have no time.”
Gio and Iser carried the harvested crops toward the stream.
“It is convenient having a stream right in front of the house, is it not?”
“Ah, it is freshwater… right?”
“There cannot possibly be seawater in the middle of a forest like this.”
“That is true, but I feel as though common sense rarely applies here.”
“This much is perfectly sensible.”
They washed the dirt from the crops.
There was, of course, a basket of tomatoes for the main ingredient, as well as six firm onions, six potatoes, six sweet potatoes, one head of cabbage, ten pea pods, one small pumpkin, and three carrots.
“……”
“……”
With each individual specimen so large, together they formed a small hill.
“…Did we go a little too far?”
“I tried to tell you this seemed like too much.”
“You enjoyed it too.”
“Well… that is true.”
Lost in memories of the past, it took Iser quite some time to realize that the situation had somehow taken a strange turn.
And by the time he realized it, the hill was already nearing completion. It was too late for regrets.
Iser smiled awkwardly.
“At this rate, we will fill three enormous pots.”
“What a joke. No matter how much there is, surely it will only be one pot.”
“……”
“…Though it might increase a little as we cook…”
Gio did not cook by rigorously measuring exact quantities. He enjoyed tossing in this and that by feel, so the amount would often increase absurdly during the cooking process.
Aria used…