I’m the Future Crazy Male Lead’s Mother

As soon as I entered the Viscount Evanror residence, I called Carl.

“Grandpa!”

Maybe Carl had been waiting, because he rushed over.

“Miss Celia! Sob sob. I can’t believe that Miss Celia visited another noble’s residence….. This old man now has no regrets in this life.”

Shouldn’t you first put down that carp juice you are holding in your hand before you say something like that?

Carl had a moved expression on his face while bashfully holding the transparent packet that was sucked clean.

I personally bought the ingredients and made that carp juice after seeing that he was losing weight because of Axion.

Carl, who greatly saw the benefit of the tonic, started to make the carp juice by himself from then on with shining eyes, and now the residence is full of it.

I shook my head with a cute facial expression.

“What are you saying? Even if you go, you should go after taking care of Axion’s grandchildren, Grandpa.”

“How could you say such a heinous thing?”

Carl took my words with a straight face.

As I was in a pretty good mood, I lightly ignored his straight face and loafed around him with a smile.

“By the way, Carl. The rice plants I cut and dried are still in the warehouse, right?”

Carl sighed.

“Yes, they are still there. There is nowhere to use it.”

“Hehe. You don’t have to sew anymore now, Carl. You see, I think we will get some leeway in our finances.”

Carl took a step back when he saw my sinister smile.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly came over, held my hand tightly in his two hands, and said seriously:

“……Although there are many paths in the world, you still have to walk the right path to have no regrets before you die. Even though you are worn out by farming, you can not sell your soul to the devil. Miss Celia, you understand, right?”

Carl continued to add incomprehensible words.

“Although you are Miss Celia who does not have decorum and does not live like a normal person! Still, I did not raise you like that, Miss Celia!”

There were even a few tears in his eyes.

…..Does he want to fight?

With cold eyes, I stared at the carp juice packet that was crushed as he held my hand.

My palms were sticky from the carp juice tonic that had spilled over the top.

As I looked at the juice, I suddenly thought of the goldfish friend Dazar chattered about.

I grabbed the carp juice in one hand and crushed it.

“It’s not like that, so don’t worry. I plan to earn it in a very fair way. I think Axion’s education problem will be solved as well!”

“Is- is that true?”

“Mhm. As a part of that, I’m planning on going again to the Shiaster duchy tomorrow. I have to do all the threshing and polishing by today, so please help me.”

“…Huh?”

Carl blinked his eyes.

A few minutes later, Carl’s eyes that had blinked were filled with tears.

“Miss Celiaaaaa. It’s soooo hard.”

“Hang in there!”

Ugh. Threshing is so difficult because we don’t have the right tools, I guess.

I was holding the ears that the grains of rice were stuck to with Carl, and was skimming through them with my gloved hand.

It would be nice to at least have a tool like a rice skimmer, but there is no way that type of thing could be here.

‘Who knew my past life’s grandmother’s rice farming would be this helpful.’

During the harvest season, I was often called in due to a worker shortage, and I somehow ended up getting interested in rice farming.

I was unemployed at that time, so I considered just continuing as a farmer.

However, I got a job in a company because my parents were extremely opposed.

“W-we have to do all of these?”

“If I go and just give a bowl of rice, it’ll somehow look like there isn’t much. I should show around the amount of a bucket of rice.”

“What?!”

After patting the struggling Carl, we obtained a fairly large amount of rice.

We gathered it all in a basket and stood up with a heave-ho!

“The harder things are still left, Carl. You can’t break down here! Think of our cute Axion!”

“M-Master Axion….. Sob sob.”

I dragged Carl, who was panting and wiping his sweat, over to the corner.

There was a wide wooden bowl which I had asked the servants to bring from the kitchen beforehand.

Thick and strong, it was perfect for use as a mortar.

I happened to have a wooden stick with a concave end that is used as a rolling pin, so I asked for that, too.

I planned to use it as a pestle for pounding the mortar.

As a farming nerd whose energy swells up when it comes to farm work, I rolled up my sleeves and rushed in without hesitation. 

“When I give the signal, put those rice grains here. I have to pound as many as possible and make white rice.”

“Yes, yes.”

Thump, thump, thump.

“Oh my.”

Although the bowl I was using as a mortar was thick and strong, it was too shallow. 

Because of this, the rice grains kept bouncing up and entering my mouth. It’s one thing if it just entered my mouth, but it bounced up to my eyes, causing tears to well up.

‘It’s a bowl originally used to make salad, so there is nothing I can do.’

Later, when I start full-fledged rice farming, it seems like I’ll have to prepare various tools.

The processing was completed around the time Carl collapsed from exhaustion. I wiped the sweat running down my forehead and looked out the warehouse window. 

In the meantime, the day had turned dark, and the white moon appeared.

“It’s worthwhile to drink carp juice tonic, right Carl?”

“……..”

There was no answer from Carl who was firmly sprawled out on the warehouse floor.

Although my body was exhausted, I was proud at the thought of surprising my crazy in-law tomorrow.

All that’s left is to feed the in-law the freshly cooked rice tomorrow.

* * *

In the morning, after struggling to comfort Axion, who was crying saying he didn’t want to be let down, I set off towards the Shiaster duchy.

Since Elston wasn’t here, Dazar faced me with his true appearance as soon as I saw him.

“I really didn’t expect you to come.”

The elegant Duke Dazar whom I met briefly yesterday was nowhere to be found.

Yesterday, he was perfectly dressed in a vest and three-button coat, but today was wearing a white shirt.

Also, two or three buttons were undone, and because of that, his smooth collarbones were visible through the gap in his open shirt.

His neatly combed black hair was flowing freely, like an unbridled wild horse.

Moreover, he had a bird on his shoulder that I had never seen before. It was a red bird that was small but somehow felt fierce. 

I raised the tip of my nose, not paying attention to his appearance.

“Then I guess you’d thought I would run away?”

Dazar smirked without answering.

“So, did you bring the food?”

“Of course. First, please guide me to the kitchen.”

“Kitchen? Why the kitchen?”

“Because rice has to be cooked, of course.”

Don’t you have to go to the kitchen to cook rice?

Dazar, who saw my bulging eyes, crossed his arms and stood crookedly. Then he tilted his head.

“Cook rice?”

“Yes. Later you can ask questions all at once. Try it first, then talk.”

Then Dazar gestured to the servant standing behind him. It was the servant who had previously guided Elston and me to the living room.

“Guide her.”

“Yes, Your Excellency.”

With the help of the servants in the kitchen I was guided to, I obtained the proper pot for cooking rice.

Then, with sincerity, I washed the rice and began cooking it.

If you have a pot, water, and fire, cooking rice is no problem.

For this Korean, that is. Ha.

Everyone looked amazed at a noble family’s daughter rolling up her sleeves, getting her hands wet, and cooking in a kitchen that servants use.

Well, be amazed.

There is no reason to worry about my image here, so I diligently cooked rice while wiping my nose.

As time passed, a nutty yet sweet scent emerged from the large pot.

It’s the scent of rice being cooked.

“What’s that smell?”

“Although I don’t know what sent this is, it increases my appetite.”

“I know. It smells somewhat delicious!”

The servants whispered.

Then, when the rice finished and I was stirring through it with a rice paddle, they couldn’t resist and wandered around nearby.

I picked up a few pieces of rice on the rice spatula and rolled them in my mouth.

Hmm. I think this is just good enough.

‘Although it’s a bit of a shame.’

What type of people are we?

We worship chicken and must eat pork belly at least once a week.

If one day the price of those two foods went up by 1,000 won due to the rise in the raw material costs, we could understand and say ‘Ah, such a significant circumstance.’

But aren’t we the type of people who can’t stand if a bowl of rice costs 2,000 won instead of 1,00 won?

Although the example was a bit off, it means that we are a people who breathe rice.

So of course my taste is high-end when it comes to rice.

The rice was made from raw rice that had been neglected for a long time, went through a hasty process of threshing and polishing, and was made in an unfamiliar pot, so of course it could not be the highest quality.

‘The taste is pretty good, but the glutinosity and scent are a little disappointing. 

But it’s not to the point that it is bad.

I turned the rice over with the spatula, carried the whole pot, and headed to where Dazar was.

He was in a room that appeared to be an office.

“……What is that?”

“What do you mean? It’s the food I mentioned yesterday.”

“Ohhh.”

He, who had been browsing through documents at his mahogany desk with a crooked posture, suddenly stood up. Maybe it had flown away in the meantime, but the red bird that was sitting on his shoulder was gone. I wanted to ask where the bird had gone, but my relationship with him wasn’t one where I was comfortable asking that type of question, so I just left it.

I went to the table arranged at the side where he was headed and put the pot down.

He glanced at the huge pot and muttered:

“As expected. That strength that shoved me before was unusual.”

“Thanks for the compliment.”

I asked the servant and scooped up the rice in the rice bowl I had brought with me using a spatula I had carved myself.

Then I held it out to him together with a spoon.

“Eat.”

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