The villagers were ecstatic. Once the wood was measured and paid for, the farmer dragged Ian to his house for some potato and leek soup. As it was a local and expensive delicacy, it would only be prepared to honor significant guests.

Ian had already firmly made up his mind to decline even before the offer was made.

At the farmer's approach, Ian shuddered in recollection of the incident with the Villagers' Committee and hastened his departure.

"Hey, Small Fry, where are you going? My wife has prepared a feast to thank you for your help"

Ian almost yelled in exasperation as the farmer's soil-crusted hand reached out with surprising vigor to grab his snow- white shirt.

Fortunately, a slender figure in the distance quickened her pace in Ian's direction at the commotion of his struggle.

"He has a delicate stomach, sir," the figure cried from afar. "But I'm sure he appreciates the offer"

As she spoke, she forcefully pried the farmer's fingers away from Ian's shirt.

Oh my, it's as black as soot!

Susan quickly extracted a clean handkerchief and cleaned Ian's shirt as best as she could.

The farmer must have gotten the hint as he no longer insisted on Ian's presence.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Even if you won't have lunch, at least come for my wife's pineapple tarts."

Pineapple tart?

Susan, who was feeling rather hungry, swallowed when she heard that.

 

This village is known for its

face the young man behind her,

Ian raised his eyebrows.

he had little interest in morsels, he gave

nod excitedly at the farmer, she gratefully accepted. "We

Fry here has made us a lot

farmer led the way back

With houses made of mud bricks and worn tiles, the

seemed to lift Susan's

not dare think about how Ian's impression of

me as disrespectful, or would he think I have an ulterior motive against him and cast me aside as a result?

keep her company and showed no displeasure in doing so that the knot in her chest began to loosen. Unnoticed by her, a joyful feeling that put a spring in her

tarts informed the pair that they had arrived at

"It smells amazing!"

 

up especially early today for this. We are

in with him

refreshingly cool due

in a village, he could still adapt to

thought village life suited him, a furry thing shot between his feet when

Thud!

backward and collided with

with the pineapple tart in her hand completely

"What happened?"

in a curious mixture of rage

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