Running Away From The Hero!

Fall is often said to be the season of reading.

Neither hot nor cold.

Is it because it's nice to relax and read in the cool breeze?

It is also said that autumn is a season of appetite.

Is it called the season of appetite because there are so many festivals that even the common people can participate in fall?

Or do you want me to eat a lot in the fall because I worked hard in the hot summer?

I can tell.

That everything is for one reason only.

Why Autumn is the season of reading.

Why autumn is a season of appetite.

That's it!

“Because autumn is a harvest season! ”

“Because of you!”

Elise, who was fishing through the potato field with cheerful hands as well as my words, also stood up and shouted.

It's a copycat move, but it's cute this time, so pass!

“Yes, it is. Everything related to Fall is related to this harvest. ”

“Harvest, the best! ”

Elise's hand, which stretched out her waist once more, began to turn back to the potato field.

Even as a child, Elise is already an experienced farmer!

The potatoes crawl out of the ground on their own as soon as they tap with a hoe into Elise's hands.

“If you want to do something in your sleep, you have to call your stomach first. In the spring we must sow and in the summer we must wage war against weeds. That's why there's no time to read, no time to eat! ”

“I hate weeds.... ”

Elise inflates the ball and lays a grudge against the weeds in a hoe.

Potatoes protrude faster.

Weeds are strong.

Every novice farmer looks like grass, but the weeds shove their heads everywhere.

A day, another day. And another day.

Every time I hit the neck and pull out the roots, but the next day I show up somewhere else.

There is no end to the war against them.

It's everywhere. It's everywhere.

It's only winter when the fighting is over.

It's not the end of the war.

It's just a truce for the next year's war!

“Oh, that's not it. ”

“Dad, your hands are slow. It's a good story, but I'm working! ”

Suddenly, I listened to my daughter who could make more potatoes than me.

Let's focus on Homicide again.

“Everything is possible when you can eat to your heart's content. ”

“Yes, if you're full. ”

“You can only read if you have rice. Books are the food of the heart, but I'm not satisfied. ”

“Books are no fun. Farming is so much better! ”

Huh, what a remarkable thing to say as a farmer's child.

“There is also a season of appetite where appetite can only be earned by having something to eat. When you're hungry, you don't just find your appetite, you find your appetite. ”

“Therefore, autumn is the harvest season! That's what he said, right? ”

“Yes!”

She raises her head.

There was a slight contempt in his eyes.

“Then get to work. ”

Her fingers give her a can of potatoes, and I give her a can of potatoes.

More than twice the difference

“Sorry.”

“You said that before, right? ”

“I'll work hard! ”

Her daughter sighs at a farmer who doesn't fit her age.

“You're the one who said you have to harvest at least half the crops today. ”

“Yes!”

Accelerates the speed of the hoe in your hand.

“We have to finish the potatoes and harvest the corn and the wheat this week. ”

“Well, yes! ”

“I worked hard to get in line with my father's words, but didn't he work while talking? ”

“I'll do my best! ”

This is not a scolding for your daughter.

As a farmer, you are jealous of the same farmer.

I'm afraid to show my talents as a farmer even though I'm digging up potatoes like that.

“Let's make this quick! ”

“Yep!"

Boom! Boom!

You continue to hear the hoe hit the ground without saying a word.

Yeah, it's harvest season.

But soon there will be winter, a cold season.

Winter is cold. I don't want to go out.

In order not to leave, we need to prepare firewood and food in advance.

Fall is the season of harvest, but there are many things to prepare that are not strange to call a season of preparation.

“I didn't think I'd have to get ready for Monday. ”

I didn't think you'd be ready to serve in the army.

“It's hard not to be ready in winter. It was hard because I didn't have enough firewood last time. ”

“I wasn't lacking... …. ”

“No! Not enough! I've had enough sweet potatoes with military potatoes! That was not enough! So this time, you should think about getting firewood for potatoes and sweet potatoes! ”

She is my daughter who increases my work for an intense meal.

Where did he learn to do this?

- Winter Firewood? The mountain is full of firewood, but don't you want to use it?

- I knew it!

There's only one.

There is no sign of anyone chasing after me, but it is not helpful for raising irons to worry about seriously sealing them in storage.

“Yes. To do that, we'll have to dig all the potatoes into today. ”

“Yes!”

When two skilled farmers decided to start harvesting, it didn't take long for the potatoes to fill the wooden crate in an instant.

“Okay, we're done for the day! ”

“The end!”

I thought my back was hurting, but I looked up at the sky and saw my daughter sighing.

“As promised? ”

“Yes, today... is chicken! ”

“Ugh... You're doing well... ”

Elise is suspicious about whether Korean blood flows.

I'd like to give you a chicken for the day, but it's still a little early for Elise's future.

“Okay, we'll put all the potatoes in the storage and head out to town to buy some chicken, right?" ”

“Yes! My sister will love it because it's over so quickly! ”

Tsk, it's been a long time since I've had a moment alone with my sweet daughter.

This good daughter seems to want to take a damn iron pick with her.

“I hope so.”

“Yes! You can't even farm, so you're guarding the house every day! Being alone is boring! ”

“Elise is good. ”

“Yes, Elise is a good girl! ”

I stroked Elise's head with my hands covered in dirt.

An ordinary girl would be angry at the fact that dirt was on her head, but as a great farmer, Ellis, who is already a soil and friendly MAX, just laughed like a good laugh.

“Okay, then let's go! ”

“Yes!”

I saw Elise sitting in the back seat of a cart filled with potatoes in a familiar footstep, and I started dragging the cart home.

The third year of settlement in a secluded village was a very satisfying daily life.

# 2 Their Reason: A daughter's Reason.

“Oh my! Elise! Did you and your dad go to the market again today? ”

“Yes! You came with me today! ”

A lady who sells skewers in the marketplace smiles and says hello.

“Oh, there's Ardo. ”

“Yes, Ardo is here! ”

She doesn't come out of the house often.

He's sweet, but strict with his sister, so he doesn't like her coming out.

I'm stopping my sister from going out so quietly that she says strange things like that are dangerous to world peace just by coming out.

“Yes, it's been a long time since I've seen all your daughters together. Now, this is a gift. ”

“Thank you!”

“Thank you!”

When the lady gives us two skewers, she receives the skewers with a quick thank you.

“These guys... ”

He doesn't like to be carelessly given something by others.

But the skewers are meat.

Delicious.

I know my dad makes meat more often than other houses, but I'm always short on meat.

“How much?”

“Hey, Mr. Mellon. I gave him a little bit of ambiguity to sell anyway. Think of it as a service for your regular Mr. Meln. ”

“But……. ”

“By the way, Mr. Meln is too intelligent. ”

I opened my purse and spent a lot of time with her, and all the skewers went into our boat.

Your dad might scold you later, but you have a strong temptation for meat!

“It's a service. We have a goal today, so hurry up! ”

My sister grabs dad's pants.

My dad frowned a little, but eventually he sighed and left a message to the skewers that he would buy a lot of skewers and started walking around the market to buy chicken.

“Elise. You can't just copy everything your sister says. ”

“Sorry……. ”

My father strokes my head without saying a word.

“Heheh.”

My dad's hands are big and hard, but they feel great.

“Here we are, chicken house! ”

“Oh my, it's Ar! It's been a long time."

While we were feeling the good hand of my father, we were able to get to the house of the lady selling the chicken.

“Oh my God, Mr. Mellen. Hello again? Mr. Meln buys chicken all the time. Looks like you're good at cooking chicken. ”

“I like chickens more than good. Mrs. Reshelle.”

“Dad's Chicken is the best! ”

“Yes, the Chicken Invincible! ”

“I don't know what it is, but it looks delicious. ”

“Yes!”

And the chicken lady says, I nod very strongly.

Chicken is the best. It's unbeatable.

Winning is the best food that doesn't exist.

The crunchiness that cannot be felt as a typical grill has an incredible texture beyond imagination.

Also, the soft flesh of the chicken hiding behind the fried clothing is more intense to me than any other moment when I eat it.

More than when you were harvesting the crops you worked so hard to farm!

And then you add Dad's special sauce, and I can't get out of the fried chicken.

Dad's chicken is perfect.

The food itself is perfect.

But his sauce turns that perfect food into something else again.

The chicken itself is perfect.

Even if the sauce changes 180 °, it's perfect.

In other words, food is born as perfect as the number of sauces.

Dad's Chicken is a delicacy that you never get tired of, even if you eat every day!

Hail to the chicken!

“Well, that sounds delicious. ”

“Elise, spit. ”

My sister whispers in my ear in the words of a chicken coop lady.

“Chuen.”

The saliva that was lying on my mouth was pouring out of my mouth without my knowledge.

Luckily, my dad was picking out a chicken, so I didn't know.

“Thank you, sis. ”

“Come on, take this. ”

He's a sweet dad, but he's a strict dad when he yells at me.

I know how you feel about scolding me, but it's best not to scold me.

Because angry dads are scary!

“This, this, and this should do it. Oh, and this. ”

“Four in total. ”

“Chickens are natural! ”

“We have to do a chicken for one person! ”

My sister and I screamed as if it were natural.

This is the great truth my father taught me.

One Chicken for One!

You can cook chicken, grill it, boil it, and eat it one by one.

That way there won't be a fight.

because everybody wants to eat chicken legs, but they don't want to eat necks.

But if you take one and you cook it, somebody has to eat the legs, somebody has to eat the neck, somebody has to eat the breasts.

Of course, the breasts are delicious.

It's easy to eat because you don't have bones.

But there's a huge difference between a leg and a wing.

That's why we fight.

Chicken is just as important food!

But one chicken per person solves all the problems.

Everyone can eat chicken in peace.

“So four! ”

“Even if the grandfather next door takes it, it's possible to have one chicken per person! ”

The grandfather next door often comes to our house.

And each time, he takes away the precious food that he makes.

I knew my father's cooking was so delicious that I couldn't help it, but it was always inevitable for a kind grandfather to look at it badly.

I can't forgive you for ruining a one-man chicken, no matter how big a grandpa is next door.

“Aha, is Old Man Steon eating with you? ”

“Grandpa comes here with ghosts when he makes chicken. ”

“Yes, I'd like to try it some other time if you can find me. ”

Peekaboo!

The chicken died screaming into the woman's hands, laughing.

There was no word for mercy in the hand of the lady who struck the head of the chicken in a single strike.

I can't keep up with my skills in cutting chickens in one blow and removing their fur.

If I'm dreaming of a farming pro, you're already a chicken coop pro... no, you've reached more than that!

“What an amazing surprise for Meln's children. Usually when you see a dying chicken like this.... ”

“The children know too much about the taste of chicken. ”

“Hoho, they're very good customers for selling chickens. ”

He seemed a little anxious, but he did this to me.

So it's all your fault!

You're the angel who taught me and my sister the magic of the chicken!

“Now, here's the perfect way to trim four chickens. ”

“Here you go. ”

Dad gives the money to the lady.

She gets paid to walk us out.

And that chicken became ours.

Our dinner, the chicken!

“Tonight is chicken! ”

“Wooooo!”

“Chicken, chicken! ”

In his words, my sister and I also say cheerfully.

As a reward for my hard work today, I have chicken for dinner!

I'm... very happy right now!

Really!