Even though Ange was furious, he didn't stew or skewer the beetroot with them for barbecue, as he still needed the Minotaur family to haul water to the temple to water the sacred mushrooms. In the end, he could only resort to bonking each of them on the head once.
This incident reminded Ange, "Why do they eat the leaves?"
The most valuable part of the beetroot is the root itself. The leaves on top are usually thrown away as garbage or used for compost, but the Minotaur aunt and her family were only munching on the leaves.
"Tasty." Minotaur aunt's eyes grew large as a cow's.
"Sweet." The elder calf answered.
"Crisp." The younger calf added.
"Can the grain we receive be replaced with this?" The Minotaur aunt tentatively asked.
Could such a good thing happen? Ange paid the Minotaur family in wages for their work, including food and accommodation, and gave them a little grain each month.
