It's Easy to Take Care of a Live-in Hero!Ch29.1 - Wine (2)

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My mother wasn’t interested in working the field or garden, yet she would still go and help harvest grandma’s plums every year. The big plums would be made into ume liqueur and juice. I enjoyed the juice when it was diluted with soda water. BoPzKQ

That’s right, let’s plant plums.

I needed to eliminate the high-calorie soil in the field so that Rosé could get better. In order to do that, I needed to plant some crops that would take a bit longer to grow. Fruit trees were the most suitable option.

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Each crop had a rank. The vegetables I’d planted so far, like lettuce and potatoes, were mostly rank C. Even the potato section’s Japanese yam was set to rank B.

For the time being, God advised me to try planting something that was higher than rank B. My horticultural level was currently level six, and the title was “Cabbageworm.” Thanks to that, I could purchase some rank A crops. wv2H5Y

Speaking of A rank crops, there were some fruit trees. I’d planted [Plum (Large)] and [Apple (Large)] in the field this afternoon. Fruit trees took longer to grow than other crops, and even with the relatively quick ripening, would take more than a day to be ready for harvest. According to the instructions, I should tend to the plum tree the next morning.

“I’ll take care of things in the morning. You should get some more rest,” Sig said.

“…I will do my best to wake up,” I said, hanging my head in shame.

I had worked my body to the bone earlier in the afternoon while cleaning up those humongous vegetables, and then planted trees until sundown. Sig was completely nonchalant, but my HP almost reached zero. I recovered a little after stuffing myself with edamame, but I couldn’t stop yawning once I’d had a bath.

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P ifa ws wlcv kjcvfg jr P cbvvfv boo lc ws rfja, jcv kjr jiwbra jybea ab tfjvyeaa atf ajyif.

“Minoru, do you want to try learning bojutsu?” Sig said from right beside me.

Llr kbgvr kbxf wf eq. P aegcfv ab ibbx ja tlw. “Gb sbe kjca ab afjmt wf?”

“Tfjt. Snfc j rlwqif wbnfwfca rtbeiv yf jyif ab qert atf lcrfmar jkjs. …Uier, sbe rtbeiv agjlc sbeg ybvs j ilaaif.” 6qDixV

Bojustu, meaning fighting with sticks. I see. It certainly sounded like something that even amateurs could use. It might even prevent me from making mistakes like I’d made in the field today.

Even so, I was worried that Sig would be a strict teacher…

“…Even if I train, I can’t become someone like you, you know?”

“But you should be able to become a little more muscular, right? If you stay like this… I’m afraid that I’ll crush you.” ZWXxU

I understand what he was implying with that last sentence. My cheeks flushed.

I had prepared just about everything for tonight, including our after-dinner drink.

There were two empty glasses on the sink, a half-empty wine bottle next to them.

In other words, I had completely prepared myself to drink with Sig. By the way, the wine drinking custom was apparently valid for married couples as well. R8vlIo

Sig was willing. He emptied his glass in a second, pushing me to take a bath before him. The atmosphere around him was different from usual.

But I spoiled the mood with my constant yawning.

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I’d yawned so much that my eyes were wet like I was crying. Sig laughed as he wiped the tears away with his finger. Ahh, this is embarrassing.

At the moment, Sig was piercing my ear. Vl z6Z

In his tribe, babies were born holding a stone. Many would embed the stone in ornaments and jewellery, carrying it with them everywhere. As the baby grew, the stone became more polished. Sig’s stone was a small purple jewel, similar to amethyst. The same colour as his eyes. He wore it hung from his ear.

“It’s customary for us to give another part of the ornaments to our spouse.”

I’d never worn something as fashionable as earrings, and definitely not from the same day I was born. Sig had said he would give me mine once I was out of the bath, and just like that, we’d rushed into the formal “earlobe piercing” ceremony.

“…It suits you,” Sig murmured, touching my left ear. He sounded satisfied. HXJl1r

His earring was hidden behind his wavy blond hair. I extended my hand and combed his hair back, revealing a beautiful purple stone from his ear.

A matching pair with the one I was wearing.

As I gazed at his earring, daydreaming, my ears became ticklish all of a sudden. I ducked. The backs of my ears were sensitive, so I hoped he would stop touching it so much.

“T-thank you very much. Such an important thing…” G BZhP

“I want to entrust it to you, along with my name. Of course, I don’t intend to take it back.”

I looked away in embarrassment. “I won’t say that kind of thing anymore.”

Sig ruffled my hair. “I’m taking a bath,” he said, walking out of the living room. Watching his receding back, I sighed a little.

We’d already drank the wine together, but he had yet to mention children. 9Wuyd8

In the past, he spoke of wanting three. Maybe he didn’t want them anymore…

“I… have to put away the wine first.” I had stood in front of the sink for a long time without moving.

Before me was a bottle of wine, still half-full.

T/N: Hello everyone, I’ll be taking a break on translating since I have to prepare for the New Year, so there won’t be any update on Easy Task tomorrow. But I’ll make sure to update two chapter parts on Monday. (´ . .̫ . `) bmY13f

Happy holiday!

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