Hooked, pulled, hooked, pulled, stitched.
Heisuke was concentrating on the crochet piece he was currently doing. Because his palms were big, the piece and other completed ones appeared so petite in his hands.
"Son, should we have potato pancakes for dinner? I don't feel like eating so much tonight," asked Mrs. Saeki who had just returned from picking the vegetables downstairs.
Today, Mrs. Saeki and several other staff were allowed to clock out early. Usually, she would only arrive home at half-past five. Right now, the clock had just struck four o'clock.
"En," Heisuke's hum was barely audible. He replied more clearly, "It's fine with me. Just leave the ingredients in the kitchen, Mom."
"Nah, I can do it. It's just pancakes," Mrs. Saeki rejected her son's offer. She began to busy away in the kitchen to prepare early dinner.
"Oh, how about your late-night meal? Do you want fried rice?"
"I'll make some egg fried rice for myself. Don't do anything, Mom."
