My Engagement Was Annulled (lol) - Chapter 33

Grandpa Tom, youve worked hard.
Theres 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, lets 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.

Im thinking of setting them aside to plant them for next year. Yeah, lets leave the bigger ones for the seeds

We should be able to fry these tiny ones and eat them straight away! Surely!
Lets make fried potatoes first.
Everyone should be able to eat them like that.

Jousama, I will put these in a 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 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, Im not depressed or anything!
I wonder why? Is it because Im not concerned with dresses that much?
? Eh? Waitwaitwait? Why am I not concerned!
Thats strange~? Im a noble lady, you know? I should be concerned!
Lets 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, lets leave that aside.
Rather than that, potatoes come first!
Lets 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.