"For this entire week, you have been entirely preoccupied with plowing and farming chores, so you had no time to go hunting in the woods, and the household has been a bit short on meat and fish. He was craving meat, which is exactly why he was acting spoiled and whining to you like that. Usually, wild pheasants are easier to hunt than rabbits anyway, and they frequently fall into traps, so he just asked to eat pheasants for the sake of convenience. Just you wait and see. Later, when I finish stewing this plump rabbit, you will witness him being the one to slurp up every last drop of broth in his bowl."
Hearing his mother analyze his little brother's temperament with such pinpoint accuracy, even someone who rarely smiled like Wyatt could not hold back from laughing out loud, his gaze softening significantly: "It is not that Simon is a glutton, Mom, it is because your cooking skills are far too excellent. He loves absolutely every single dish you make."
