He jumped up like a scared cat and looked around.
"Your hiccup is gone! You're welcome~." I said with gusto.
He looked at me with the same powerless look I often give Grandfather Miracle. The look of I would die to smack you on the back of your head.
'I guess Grandfather Miracle's hobbies have infected me...' I thought as I felt like teasing him was another level of joy.
He gave me side eyes as I gave back my attention to the now inedible meat.
"Go bring another package of hamburgers from the fridge!"
He stared at me.
I shrugged.
"Why are you staring at me like that? Ah, they are in the fourth fridge from right!"
He turned around with the same look as earlier. Well, I have the power for now. He has to wait for a long time to hit me~
"Hmm, damn those damned dogs!" I said as I took a bite of one of the burned meat pads. A big caused hand took one too, agreeing with me.
"Yeah! Damn them!"
I was so shocked that I jumped back, landing on the stone floor with my butt. Damn Carma, that only comes back to me...
"Auch!" I screamed in pain.
The bulky chubby man cast me an indifferent look as he munched on the meat.
"Children these days are really fragile! When I was your age, my father would hit me with this hammer and I wouldn't even frown; now you are crying from a simple falling!" he said, showing a hammer the same size as his head. Then he cast the hammer towards me!
I rolled to the side, and it landed one millimeter next to me. He is a psychopath! Holding the tray in his hand, he came closer. I held my breath in fear. Looking down at me, he stuffed everything on the tray in his mouth. Then opened the family cola and drank it in one go.
"You must be the granddaughter! That silly old man kept calling me to remind you about his dumb tree garden. I lost a bet, so I have to supervise your work..."
He paused bending down towards the floor, taking the letter and brushing off the nonexistent dust off his gray beard, then continued.
"The name is Jerald Smith. You shall call me Great Sir! I will come over often and supervise your work. By the way..."
He looked at me again with his chocolaty eyes.
"Don't come over the bridge again! The village head is not on friendly terms with your damned grandfather! And about this!"
He shook the opened letter!
"It is most likely about their hot water source. You see, they had this big fight with their neighbors and got cut off the hot water. Your grandfather said they have been using the one in your garden for some time now. He didn't live here, so he let them be, but he said you can cut them off or do whatever you want." saying that he left the letter and flew next to her.
Then he looked towards the house and put a business smile on his face as he lifted me to my feet, also taking his hammer.
"Anyway, I am a talented blacksmith and I sometimes do house repairs, too. I do work at a reasonable price~ Did I say my house has a working landline? You can make calls at a reasonable price too~ What do you say?" he said with a fishy tone.
I, still in shock at his strength and enormous body, awkwardly nodded my head. He was different from the other dwarfs I had seen in
"Ah, yes, of course! Great sir!"
He started laughing!
"HAHAHAH! GOOD! GOOD!" saying that he was about to go when Lucas came with the package of hamburgers. In his world, wriggling with his phone.
Gerald stopped, then took the chairs next to the grill and sat on them.
'Damn, your timing Lucas!' I thought. Did he still have a place for more? He had even drunk a bottle of tomato sauce.
"Lucas!"
He looked up from his phone. Seeing that he was about to destroy his butt too, I took his collar and saved him.
"Say hi, this is my grandfather's friend, Mr Jerald Smith! He is a blacksmith and lives in the villa on the other side of the bridge." I introduced him. Then I turned to Mr Jerald and introduced Lucas.
"This is Lucas, my adoptive son."
Lucas glared at me, then greeted him with a small head bow and in a small tone.
"Hi, I am Lucas..."
The huge old man looked at him and then at me.
"Why are you so slow? Hurry and cook the meat I have work to do!"
He was as shameless as my grandfather.
I took the meat and patted him on the shoulder.
"Go bring two more!" I said, sighing inside.
"Make it three! I am taking a few to my grandson, who's filling in for me now!"
Lucas looked at me with confusion. Seems like it's better if I go myself.
"Great Sir, I will go bring them myself! Lucas, you were saying you were super interested in Smithery, didn't you? Why don't you ask the great sir to enlighten you?" I said with a smile, sacrificing him, afraid of upsetting the old man by leaving him alone.
Lucas looked at me in bewilderment. I deepened my smile and gave him a small push as I murmured in his ear.
"If you don't want us to get smashed, entertain him well!" I whispered in a desperate tone, leaving him with that mountain-like man.
As I came back with a heavy tray, Lucas turned his head from me with a betrayed expression on his face. The old man was proudly boasting about one of his crafts, an unbreakable long sword. I turned on the grill again and controlled the heat.
Putting the meats, onions, and pieces of bread on the grill, I started cooking. When the meat was almost done, I put the cheese on it and then put a layer of everything on the cheese. Spread the mayo sauce and tomato sauce on the grilled bread putting the meat inside the bread and done.
Seeing this, Mr Jerald gulped and finally stopped boasting about his achievements. Lucas seemed haggard.
Putting aside 10 burgers in a plastic box. I took three giant glasses I had filled with ice earlier and filled them with cola. Putting everything on the desc in front of Lucas and Mr Jerald, I also sat on a chair.
Saying "Enjoy!", I took one. The juicy hamburger blessed my tongue. So yummy, whoever came up with the hamburger must have been a genius!
"Yum!"
"Hmmm!"
From the sound of it, the other two were enjoying themselves, too.
"BURP! That silly old man was right! You have got a good damn culinary skill..." said Mr. Jerald, patting his stomach satisfyingly.
Three people with bloated stomachs were leaning on their chairs.
'Good thing I cooked 5 packages instead of three!!' I thought, looking at the empty tray in the middle.
After a few minutes, Mr. Jerald stood up, but instead of going home, he went to the truck.
"Since the food was good, I will fix the ground floor walls." He surprisingly said while taking inside ten packages of plaster as if it was nothing.
Should I be happy? Of course, I should. I ran after him both to help and to learn some useful stuff for the rest of the floors.
"Great Master blacksmith Sir~~ What should I do?" I asked with enthusiasm, not knowing that he would work me to my bone until midnight.
I couldn't feel my fingers. My coworker, aka Mr. Lucas, who had tried to run away quietly but got caught by Demon Jerald, was not in any better condition.
In the middle of the enormous hall, leaning onto each other, we were sitting on the ground. We had taken off all the 10 layers of old wallpaper while Mr. Jerald plastered the wall after us.
The good news was that we were done with the wallpapers and plastering. However, so with broken nails and screaming arms.
But the bad news was that it still had to dry and then it had to be painted, dried, and then painted again. Meaning I should wake up early and make dinner for at least ten people and then continue listening to his chitchat again until my ears bleed and then do it again and again...
"Sleep early. I will be back at 5 in the morning. I will bring you to the trees, so your lunatic grandfather feels at ease too!" is what Mr. Jerald said before leaving with the hamburger box.
Dragging myself to the door, I left Lucas to fall to the paper-covered floor. Locking it, I lay down too and went to the realm of sleep.