Chapter 8 (1/2)

CHAPTER 8

Going on a trip in a horse-drawn carriage. Life is wondrous, isn’t it?

Something like this would be unthinkable in that world.

Nevertheless, this is quite shaky. My b.u.t.tocks are hurting.

There is some kind of fur pulled over the chair. It’s not very effective. Oh well, shall I do some sewing or knitting since I have free time? First of all, let’s make a cus.h.i.+on. Wouldn’t making a cover and stuffing it with straw be enough?

U, using scissors in a shaky carriage seems difficult. Just a bit more and I had stabbed my hand.

Iris has told me to stop because it’s dangerous. Well, I don’t want to get injured so let’s stop for now.

I’m getting hungry. I’m thirsty as well.

We parked the carriage and decided to take a break.

This early. I’m so sorry, it’s because of me, isn’t it?

Watering flowers in a place like this……

We have traveled just a little bit…… so embarra.s.sing……

I decided not to worry about it.

Now then, it’s time for lunch. Everyone took out their own dried meat, but…… Why dried meat? Let’s have a delicious lunch? I take out fruit, rye bread, bacon (bought at product exhibition), raising b.u.t.ter (bought at product exhibition) from the pocket. Dry perilla as well.

I slice bread on the cutting board, spread raising b.u.t.ter on one side, and put fruit and bacon over it and slice it across. It’s a simple sandwich.

I ask for water and boil it, put dry perilla in a pot and make a pseudo herbal tea.

Haa, tea after so long. I’m j.a.panese after all, I feel somewhat warm and fluffy.

A, are? I wonder what happened? Everyone freezes with a sandwich in hands……

They knew that I had bought foodstuffs in large quant.i.ty, yes?

There’s no refrigerator, so raw bacon has to be consumed rather early.

…… …… Is it just my imagination that everyone’s gaze hurts?