The woodcutter had also come to let the woman know.
The woman turned around. When she saw a familiar face, a smile appeared on hers.
"Oh."
The woman nodded.
"Be careful on the way."
The woodcutter didn't leave right away.
He glanced at the closed door of the study.
"Why are you standing here?"
"Do you need something from your younger brother?"
The woman paused.
Then she walked a few steps closer to the woodcutter.
She was worried that if she stood too close to the door, her voice would disturb the Young Scholar.
"No."
The woman shook her head.
"I came to collect the lunchbox."
"But I've come twice now."
"Your younger brother still hasn't put it out."
"I was wondering whether I should disturb him to get the lunchbox."
"But then I thought I'd leave it."
"I'll come get it at noon."
"You're thinking so much over a lunchbox..."
The woodcutter shook his head. "It'll only take a moment."
"You know..."
"You don't need to think so much about it."
"If that brat dares to get angry with you, tell me. I'll teach him a lesson."
The woman blinked.
Hearing the knock, she smiled wryly.
All right.
The woodcutter had a point.
Getting a lunchbox...
How long could it take?
The woman stood behind the woodcutter.
Hmm?
The woodcutter frowned.
"Can't he hear us?"
He muttered.
He hadn't exactly been knocking softly.
"I knocked just now, too," the woman said, "but your younger brother didn't come to answer."
"I thought he was so absorbed in his reading that maybe I shouldn't disturb him..."
Then the woodcutter had arrived.
Her decision had been overturned as soon as she'd made it.
"You knocked, too?"
The woodcutter suddenly had a bad