"I am curious. What kind of home you grew up," She started to move around the room.
It wasn't a fancy room. Just a simple room which was common during that time. She could see lots of books filled up the small bookshelf beside the windows. There were even some difficult books that she could recognise.
"I honestly didn't expect that you are literate, since you don't go to school. Have you finished reading all of these?" She walked closer to the bookshelf and touch the books, feeling the covers one by one by her fingertips.
"Most of them," the boy answered nonchalantly, he didn't even take a single glance to the young lady.
The young lady picked a book and started reading it from the middle. She walked to the sofa and sat there. The boy noticed the sudden silent and lifted up his head from his soup.
"What are you doing?"
The young lady lifted up her eyes from the book but immediately continued reading, "Reading. Can't you see it?"
"That's not what I meant. I asked you earlier why did you take a trouble to come here only to deliver some soup and pies. And now, instead of going back to the shop to help the owner, you are staying here and start reading book." He raised his voice a little, sounded impatient.
"I never thought you are quite a hot-blooded boy. Well, we don't open the shop today, actually. After your father came for the blueberries, Granny Lisda went to meet her old friend. That's why I am the one delivering the soup and pies instead of Granny."
The young boy calmed down with the answer.
"Besides, your mother asked me to join her lunch."
The boy suddenly moved his eyes to the young lady once again, surprised.
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