Jared was soothed by Agnes’s gentle call of “honey”.

Now, she called him that more naturally.

Jared took a bite of a roasted potato.

The well-roasted potato was fragrant, sweet, and soft, melting on his tongue as soon as he bit into it. It suddenly reminded Jared of his first kiss with Agnes. That kiss was just as sweet

He turned his head to look at Agnes, who was looking at him expectantly.

She asked, “How is it, how does it taste, is it sweet?”

Jared replied, “Not bad, it tastes like you.”

Agnes frowned, “That’s a weird comparison.”

But then she turned her face away and busied herself with the com in the fire.

that Jared was thinking about something while

when I was little, because there were all sorts of foods that you couldn’t get in the city. In the summer there were berries, in the winter there were potatoes. Once, I followed the neighborhood kids to raid a beehive and

Agnes started

his eyes full

such a troublemaker when you were

a troublemaker as a child, not liking to follow rules, climbing trees and catching fish with the boys. Although she was the youngest, she always

away, she

sighed, “I really miss being a kid, if only we didn’t have to grow up and have so

something and lightly kicked

the world, what troubles could you

“Do you know how annoying it is

thought it would be

beyond repairing from his

face in the dark night seemed even

looked as if it had been carved by a knife,

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