We gathered the sweet potatoes we had dug up.
「Wat should do?」
「What should we do?」
Dori and Yuri were deep in thought as they collected their sweet potatoes.
「What’s wrong?」
「They’re different.」
I took the sweet potatoes from Dori and Yuri.
「Ah, these are completely different sweet potatoes.」
We started planting sweet potatoes as an experiment.
That’s why we varied the planting angles.
The straighter the angle, the rounder and shorter the sweet potatoes, resulting in fewer yields.
If planted at an angle or horizontally, the opposite happens.
Since we didn’t standardize the angles, the sweet potatoes varied in size and shape.
Some were large, while others were small but plentiful.
「Hmm, now that we’ve dug them up, I’m not sure how to judge the contest.」
『Grrrrr!』
「Hey, hey, don’t get so mad!」
The issue here was the difference in quantity and size.
At first, I thought we could compete based on the number of sweet potatoes harvested.
But since we changed the planting method for each row, the total yield varied.
Potato dug quickly, but his sweet potatoes were large and fewer in number.
On the other hand, I was slower but ended up with more sweet potatoes.
It didn’t feel fair to judge them the same way.
「Alright, let’s let the viewers decide!」
This is what the Farm Diary Channel viewers are here for.
Even if someone says I’m using them wrong, I don’t care.
If you worry about every little thing in life, you’ll just wear yourself out.
「First, let’s compete based on the number of sweet potatoes.」
We started counting the sweet potatoes.
『Wan, wan, wan, wan…』
「Pota…?」
『Ugh…』
TN: Onomatopoeia of dog’s bark. Yeah, it’s pronounced as “one”.
Potato can only count to one.
No matter how many times he counts, it’s always one.
Dori looked worried about Potato.
「I’ll count yours later, Potato, so wait a bit!」
She quickly started counting her own sweet potatoes.
「One, two, three, four, five!」
『One, two, three, four, five!』
Next to her, Dori and Yuri were counting desperately in their cute voices.
For some reason, they were counting in English—maybe they picked it up from Potato’s counting style.
「Ten!」
「Ten!」
『Ten, teee—』
「…Yuri?」
「What’s up?」
「What’s next?」
「Uh… after ten is ten-ten, right?」
「Ten! Ten! Ten! Ten!」
It sounded like they were keeping a rhythm.
It might be good for learning English, but this way, they’ll never finish.
「How about counting in groups of ten?」
「Papa!」
「You’re a genius!」
Even though it was just a small suggestion, they praised me.
After that, they started counting in groups of ten.
「Alright, is everyone done counting?」
「Yeah!」
「All done!」
Dori and Yuri gave a thumbs-up and smiled.
It seemed they both managed to count theirs.
「Next is Potato—」
『One!』
When I tried to count Potato’s sweet potatoes, it seemed he’d figured out a way to count too.
He must’ve come up with his own method.
He’s a proper father now, after all.
「Now, let’s announce the results!」
Nameless Ordinary Person ・Just now
Who’s in first place?
Solitary Samurai ・Just now
Potato might have the upper hand here de gozaru.
Scarecrow of the Field ・Just now
There’s not even a scarecrow in the sweet potato field…
Dog Bumps Into Utility Poles ・Just now
I haven’t seen any utility poles either.
Farm Diary Lover ・Just now
I vote for Dori-chan or Yuri-chan!
Trendy Chef ・Just now
I’m definitely rooting for Yuri!
I love you, Yuri!
「Haruki, shut up!」
Yuri got mad after seeing Haruki’s comment, but her face turned red with embarrassment.
Unmarried Mother ・Just now
Yuri-chan is so cute!
Farm Diary Lover ・Just now
She’s turned into a tomato!
The viewers of the Farm Diary Channel have been watching over Haruki and Yuri, just like they’ve watched over us.
There’s still some distance between them, but I’m really glad they’ve grown closer.
「Now, starting from third place! Third place is—」
「Dadadadada!」
「Dululululu!」
『Wawawawawa!』
Everyone was imitating the sound of a drumroll.
Seeing the kids like this, the comments section was flooded with “So cute!” messages.
Come to think of it, usually Sena and Lady leave a lot of comments, but this time, there’s nothing from them.
They must’ve gone somewhere after that and, unusually, aren’t watching the stream.
「It’s me and Yuri-chan!」
「We lost after all.」
After counting properly, it turned out that Yuri and I had almost the same number, with me having just a few more.
It felt too cruel to put a child in fourth place, so I used my adult authority to fudge the numbers a bit.
Butt Lover ・Just now
Is Dori-chan in first place?
By the way, that sweet potato looks like a butt.
Naked Eccentric ・Just now
No, that’s a naked body.
Sun of Wildfire ・Just now
Alright, I’ll go ahead and ban those two.
「Now, let’s announce the honorable first place!」
「Excited, excited, excited!」
『Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!』
The drumroll sounded a bit fancier this time—maybe they upgraded it.
「First place is—」
「Who’s first?」
「Who’s first?」
『Who’s first?』
Ah, if I say this, my butt is definitely going to be his target.
But I’ve made up my mind.
「First place is Dori!」
「Yay!」
『Whaaaaaat!?』
Dori’s joyful voice echoed across the field.
She must be really happy to have taken first place.
「Dori, congratulations!」
「Yeah!」
Dori and Yuri grabbed each other’s hands and spun around in circles.
Next to them, Potato was growling… no, he was genuinely disappointed.
He was so dejected that his head almost touched the ground.
He’d been digging for sweet potatoes just as hard as the rest of us.
I gently patted Potato’s head.
『Sweet potato chips…』
Potato’s appetite is truly something else.
It’s been a while since I last petted him, but even with dirt on him, his fluffiness hasn’t faded.
By the way, I feel like Potato was talking again, but it’s probably just my imagination.
「The results aren’t final yet! There’s still a viewer vote to decide which sweet potato is the best!」
『Wooooon!』
At those words, Potato’s eyes lit up again.
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