"...Think carefully about how to explain it to your younger brother..."
The woman furrowed her brows slightly. "We'll come back tomorrow morning..."
Morning was when people were at their most alert and energetic.
It was more suitable for hearing something stimulating.
After hesitating for a few seconds, the woodcutter nodded.
"All right."
"I'll listen to you, my wife."
"Ow."
The woman suddenly clutched her stomach.
"What is it?"
The woodcutter immediately asked.
A trace of worry appeared on his face.
"I'm hungry."
The woman smiled sheepishly.
Her stomach had just rumbled.
She thought it had been very loud.
It seemed the woodcutter hadn't heard it.
She felt somewhat relieved.
Otherwise, it would have been far too embarrassing if someone had heard her stomach growl.
"Oh~"
The woodcutter suddenly understood.
The corners of his mouth spread into a grin.
Feeling somewhat more relaxed, he said, "I'm hungry too."
His stomach had already rumbled several times while he was waiting for the woman.
He had been extremely hungry, and quite a long time had indeed passed, so he had gone out to look for his wife.
He had never expected to witness such a completely unexpected scene.
His head had immediately buzzed.
It had felt as though someone had smashed it hard with a sledgehammer.
That scene had been far too misleading.
He had misunderstood it without the slightest doubt.
Now that he thought about it, the shock he had suffered at the time, followed by the hurt, anger, and other complicated emotions it had stirred up, felt like a dream.
And at this moment, the most real thing was...
The hunger in his stomach.
"Let's go."
The woodcutter took the woman's hand.
"Let's go eat."
"All right."
The woman obediently followed