The Jam

"Madam, can we do this?" Holding a basket, Rose felt a little guilty. "Can we sit by and let Mr. Carroll work?" "He is taller than us, isn't he?" I stuck out my tongue mischievously and then said to Carroll, "Wow, Mr. Carroll, you have the advantage of picking the cherry." After the shock, Carroll asked without looking back, "Is this the only advantage I have?" "No, you are the most perfect man in the world. You are good at everything." I was generous about my flattery toward Carroll. It was getting dark, and I couldn't open my eyes because of the dazzling sunset. Carroll turned around and blocked the sunlight with one hand before my forehead. "Enough." I nodded. "I can make two cans of cherry jam with them." "Madam, can you make cherry jam?" Rose had a lot of cherries in her mouth. "Of course." I patted my chest. "The cherry is one of the few fruits I ate in my childhood. Besides the cherry jam, I can make cherry wine." "Oh, no wine!" Rose changed her expression at the mention of wine