Hearing this, jiro Ardan nodded instinctively, then imdiately caught herself upon seeing Dream Weaver's unimpressed expression.
"T-that's right?"
"No, no, no, no! Your sister has never thought of you as a fool!"
She shook her head vigorously, waving the sweet potato in her hand. Bits of charred crumbs flew everywhere with her movents, once again smudging the face she had just cleaned for Dream Weaver monts earlier.
Dream Weaver wiped her dirt-streaked cheek without a word, her expression blank, then let out a soft, mocking laugh in jiro Ardan's direction.
"Waaah—!"
Feeling utterly humiliated in front of Dream Weaver, jiro Ardan let out a pained cry, hugged her head, and crouched down, as if imitating an ostrich trying to escape from this embarrassing world.
But Dream Weaver wasn't about to let her off so easily. She quietly crouched beside jiro Ardan, leaned close to her ear, and softly repeated her earlier words:
"Creative ideas… burnt to a crisp… imaginative way of cooking…"
Hearing her own words repeated back to her verbatim, jiro Ardan wished she could cover her ears. The righteous confidence she'd felt while saying those things earlier had now turned into sheer embarrassnt.
Only after reducing jiro Ardan—who had been lecturing her as if she were a fool—to a blushing, flustered ss did Dream Weaver finally feel satisfied and let her be.
She picked up a sweet potato, sat down beside jiro Ardan, and began munching on it quietly.
So ti passed before jiro Ardan finally gathered herself enough to peek out from the shelter of her arms. She glanced at the earthen mound in front of her, from which the rich aroma of roasted at still wafted, then at Dream Weaver sitting beside her, calmly eating a potato. A little amazed and sowhat impressed, she said softly:
"You're really amazing, Dreams. To co up with such an incredible way of cooking all by yourself…"
Dream Weaver set down the half-eaten potato in her hand. While she didn't care much for the jiro family, she held no dislike for jiro Ardan—especially after what the latter had said the day before.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have teased her so deliberately earlier. After a mont's thought, Dream Weaver decided to answer honestly.
"Actually, I didn't co up with it alone."
This thod of cooking with an earthen oven was sothing Dream Weaver had learned during her second script, back in Kasamatsu.
In those days, everyone spent their ti in the countryside. With little to do after training, they often gathered together to experint with all sorts of quirky ideas.
The concept of the earthen oven ca from a cooking thod Dream Weaver had heard about in her previous life, but putting it into practice had been challenging. It was only with the help of several Uma Musu in Kasamatsu that she had mastered it.
If this thod were a research paper, Dream Weaver would be the first author, with Gold Ship and Nishimoto Makusa as second and third authors respectively—and all the other Uma Musu would certainly belong in the acknowledgnts.
Still, she hadn't expected she'd ever actually use this cooking thod again. It was only today that the idea suddenly ca back to her, and she decided to give it a try.
She just hadn't anticipated that jiro Ardan would show up at the Northern residence first, leading to the misunderstanding.
"But it's still impressive! I've never even heard of sothing like this."
"That's because the jiro family never needed to learn this kind of thod. You're a prestigious, well-established family—why would you know about rustic things like this?"
jiro Ardan shook her head at that.
"Not knowing is not knowing. It has nothing to do with anything else. Since you knew about this before I did, that makes you more impressive."
Dream Weaver glanced sideways at jiro Ardan, who was praising her, then pointed toward the Northern manor not far away.
"Well, let warn you now—the Northern house doesn't have the kind of kitchen you're imagining."
"What else could a kitchen be?"
jiro Ardan tilted her head in confusion. In her worldview, a kitchen was just gas stoves, burners, pots, and pans—what else could there be?
Rather than explaining at length, Dream Weaver simply took her by the hand and led her inside for a look.
When jiro Ardan saw the brick-built stove and the massive wok in the kitchen, no further explanation was needed.
Pointing at the hollow space beneath the stove, jiro Ardan asked Dream Weaver in bewildernt:
"Dreams, why is there… a hole under there?"
"For firewood. What else?" Dream Weaver replied, her expression saying, "I knew it."
"There's no gas stove or anything like that?"
"Do you think sothing like that would work here?"
This Northern manor was built long ago, back when there was no such convenience as gas stoves. And now, Dream Weaver had no intention of going down the mountain to hire soone to renovate the place.
Since she knew how to use this kind of stove anyway, it was easier to just gather so firewood from the mountains and cook with it.
Dream Weaver looked up at jiro Ardan, who stood there stunned, as if she had witnessed sothing completely beyond her understanding.
"Co on, where's the kitchen? Let your sister make sothing delicious for you… huh?"
Hearing her own earlier words repeated back, jiro Ardan's face flushed. She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, a little embarrassed.
"Dreams, please stop teasing …"
To her surprise, Dream Weaver shook her head and continued:
"Now do you understand how reckless your words were yesterday?"
"You should go back to being the young lady of the jiro family. There's no need to torture yourself here every day. That's the world you're familiar with."
By now, Dream Weaver's intentions were clear. She knew she couldn't directly stop jiro Ardan from coming here, so she had chosen another way—to make her realize she could never adapt to this place.
In Dream Weaver's eyes, the jiro Uma Musu were all pampered young ladies. How could they possibly accept such conditions?
If jiro Ardan knew she couldn't take Dream Weaver with her and couldn't adjust to this environnt, surely she would have no choice but to slink back to the jiro house in defeat.
But contrary to her expectations, jiro Ardan didn't look disheartened at all. Instead, she pressed her lips together, looked firmly at Dream Weaver, and declared:
"Dreams, then you teach ! I will definitely use this stove to make a delicious al for you!"
Seeing the stubborn determination in her eyes, Dream Weaver opened her mouth to refuse, but the words wouldn't co. After a mont of silence, she could only sigh in resignation.
But she had no intention of giving up on her plan to persuade jiro Ardan to leave. And jiro Ardan, well aware of Dream Weaver's thoughts, had no intention of backing down either.
Even if it ant learning everything all over again, she would stay here—by Dream Weaver's side.
And so, the contest between Dream Weaver, aiming to drive jiro Ardan away, and jiro Ardan, determined to remain at the Northern house, officially began that day.
And the result of today's match was, without a doubt—
Dream Weaver's defeat.
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