Teresa won't starve

If Teresa asked, Miss Kafka would definitely answer—because the kitchen is cold!

The living room is closer to the fireplace, and the hands are not so cold.

Of course, the premise of all this is the 'if'.

Actually Teresa didn't ask, so Miss Kafka didn't take the initiative to say anything.

"Make a gingerbread man!"

After saying this, Miss Kafka remembered that Teresa didn't seem to understand this, so she asked her what kind of food she liked.

"Aren't gingerbread men flavored with ginger?"

The languages ​​of China, and even the Far Eastern region, are very symbolic.Generally, if such a name is taken, it must be something related to the name.

Since ginger is in the name, there is no doubt that it must be ginger.

"Don't you know? You still don't know how to spend Christmas?"

"Just because I celebrate Christmas doesn't mean I don't know what a gingerbread man is!"

"Fine, fine, whatever you say."

Miss Kafka did not insist on this topic anymore. She is not a bullshit in nature, and she is very good at humility—especially when the bullshit is a little lolita. I'm full.

How can you care about this kind of thing with children?

So the topic turned around and came back:

"Which flavor do you like? Strawberry jam sandwich, or cocoa flavor?"

Since I didn't buy ginger, I couldn't make too authentic gingerbread men.

What's more, Miss Kafka herself doesn't like the taste of ginger juice.

"I don't want to make a choice! Of course it's a cocoa strawberry jam sandwich!"

"..."

256 "Revenge for Teresa"

After Teresa's 'reminder', Miss Kafka realized that her thinking had solidified.

Why do two materials that do not conflict (?) have to be made separately?

Is that necessary?

......

"correct."

While pinching the shape of a fat stickman, while hollowing out the chest of the figure and filling it with red heart-shaped strawberry jam, Miss Kafka, who was a little restless, asked Teresa a question: "Do you know the story about the gingerbread man?"

"Gingerbread men have stories? Aren't they just for eating?"

"Of course it's not just for eating! There are a lot of things here, all of which have short stories connected to their origins, and connecting these small stories together becomes a fairy tale! Have you ever heard of bedtime stories? Or read Ever read a fairy tale book?"

"I heard my mother tell me the story of 'little tadpoles looking for their mother' when I was young."

"Little tadpole looking for his mother...can you tell me what kind of story it is?"

In addition to reading various literary works, Miss Kafka usually likes to read story books and novels the most.Because compared with the former, these stories that do not exist in reality are more interesting, and they are also a rare source of fun while charging.

Even Miss Kafka dreamed of becoming a master of fairy tales like the 'Brothers Grimm' (Note) when she was young.

"Do you want to listen to children's stories too?"

Teresa couldn't imagine that she was such an adult, and she still had to listen to such childish stories.

of course.

The real reason was that she couldn't remember the specific details and didn't know how to say it.

"A children's story?"

In fact, even if it is a 'children' story, Miss Kafka is quite interested.After all, fairy tales have the nature of children's books... except for dark fairy tales.

However, considering that if she insisted on listening, the image story of her "sister" would be lost, so Miss Kafka thought about it and let it go.

It's just that there is a story to hear but I can't hear it, and I feel a little uncomfortable.

......

After the gingerbread men are baked, the preparations are almost half done.

In fact, whether it's Christmas Eve or Christmas, I still want to make a turkey.But turkey is such a big ingredient that it is usually eaten as a family dinner.

How can two people finish eating? (Theresa: You are underestimating me)

So I didn't buy it from the beginning, I just prepared some according to the food intake of two 'girls' units'.

Time gradually came to night.

Miss Kafka hung the gingerbread man on the Christmas tree, except for the eating part, together with the red cotton socks.

By the way, taking advantage of Teresa not noticing this, I put some worthless gadgets that I had already prepared into the cotton socks, and prepared them as a small gift for Teresa at Christmas. Take it apart and have a look.

That's right, Miss Kafka made a cameo appearance as Santa Claus.

In fact, whether such a creature as Santa Claus exists or not, Miss Kafka herself does not know for sure.At least she has never encountered it before, and the Christmas presents she received before were all secretly put in by her parents.

Those two people thought she didn't know, naive guy!

She thought she would laugh about this matter for the rest of her life, but she didn't expect that one day she would do such childish and deceitful things. It's really unpredictable.

After finishing these, Miss Kafka looked through the glass window and saw that it was snowing again outside.This makes the snow that is already high enough to reach the ankles, and it may be thicker again tomorrow, and I am afraid that traveling will become more difficult.

But it's not all bad!

Not long after dinner, Miss Kafka, who was still hot and bored, came up with an idea and told Teresa about it.

"Let's go build a snowman together."

"Will your hands hurt?"

"No! Just put on gloves!"

Looking at the braided gloves that Miss Kafka is wearing, only the thumb and the palm can be distinguished.Thinking of the reason that she was not afraid of the cold and had nothing to do, Teresa agreed to her.

After getting an affirmative answer, Miss Kafka walked towards the door first; Teresa, who followed closely behind, took advantage of the time when Miss Kafka turned her back to her, and improvised a small gift, which was packed into a red cotton sock that was almost too big to fit.

After leaving the room, Miss Kafka realized that she had made a mistake in her calculation.

The snow was so deep that it went up to his knees, but he stepped on it too deeply, his body lost his balance, and he sank into the snow, almost suffocating in it.

It was only after Teresa 'carried' her out that this kind of accident was avoided.

After learning the lesson, Miss Kafka first went back to the house and took a shovel out, cleared an open space at the door, and then started the work of snowballing.

Of course, Teresa was not idle either.

It's just that Miss Kafka is in charge of rolling the big snowballs, and Teresa is in charge of the small snowballs.After the snowball is rolled, they 'work together' to put the small snowball on the big snowball.

Then put the remaining branches that have not been thrown away when pruning the pine tree before, and insert them on both sides as the arms of the snowman.

The strawberry jam in the remaining piping bag was used up after painting the snowman's bright red lips, which made Miss Kafka unable to find a suitable decoration for the eyes.

When Miss Kafka was hesitating whether to use stones to make do with it, Teresa suddenly handed over some red cherries, and asked Miss Kafka to decorate two of them as eyes, and the rest The other took out one and put it in his mouth and ate it.

Tastes... tastes a little...

its not right!

Only then did Miss Kafka realize, where did the cherries come from?

Just when she was about to ask, Teresa took out another carrot that she got from no one knew where, and stuck it in as a snowman's nose.And after observing for a while, let Miss Kafka name the snowman.

Is it necessary for the snowman to have a name?

Thinking about it this way, Miss Kafka still wrote 'Theresa' on the 'belly' of the snowman.

"Why did you write my name?"

"Because they look alike! You can see they are all white!"

White hair, white skin, except that they are not so fat and round, they really look alike. (Theresa: I suspect there is something wrong with your eyes)

"I'm not so round, where do I look?"

"Snowman shouldn't be so demanding."

"..."

Teresa grabbed a handful of snow, smoothed out the name, and wrote 'Kavk' with her finger.

"..."

In fact, Kafka didn't fight like this, but how could Miss Kafka not see it?

Are kids nowadays so vengeful?

257 "Merry Christmas"

"Merry Christmas!"

This was the first thing I heard when I woke up the next morning.

Teresa, who was not yet fully awake, froze in place in a daze after listening.It wasn't until a while later that I realized what Miss Kafka was talking about.

"Oh, Merry Christmas."

Ok.

And then it's gone. (???)

......

I thought Christmas in the West would be very lively.

Didn't even hear 'jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells'.

There is no atmosphere that should be expected during the festival.

Everyone is still the same as usual, everyone should eat, drink, and do their homework and continue to do their homework. (Note)

But Miss Kafka had already expected this.

"Because the key lies in the family!"

"family?"

"That's right! The so-called excitement is because there are many people talking, so it looks lively! If there are no people, how can there be excitement?"

"Is that so?"

Teresa nodded half understanding.

She really hadn't thought about this kind of problem, because during the holidays before, relatives would definitely come to visit at home, and she never thought that there would be a situation where no one would come.

Naturally, I don't know the reason for being so deserted.

"So! If you have the chance, try to spend Christmas with your family!"

This was not only said to Teresa, but also to Miss Kafka herself.

Although she ran out because her family forced her to marry, it's completely impossible to say that she doesn't miss her parents at all.

Especially when it comes to Christmas, this kind of nostalgic emotion is also magnified a lot.

Yes, she was homesick, and wanted to go home at once.

but--

not now!

If she went back now, with the personalities of those two people, she probably wouldn't be able to be as free as she is now.

Miss Kafka shook her head, not thinking about it for now.

"I don't want these unpleasant things anymore, let's unwrap the presents."

"Ah."

What I think of is the principal, who is the only person whom Teresa can trust unconditionally so far.The rest, whether it's Femiris or Shion, have things they can't say when facing them.