You go to the cottage! FUCK, why would you go anywhere else you are hungry

Impatiently, you set out for the cottage. Now that you think about it, you are extremely hungry, so the women in this universe better know how to make sandwiches! There is literally no end to your male chauvinist pig thoughts as you make a B line straight towards the tiny cottage.

The house is a classic tiny Nantucket style cottage, with smoke coming out of the chimney. Beautiful carnations are planted around the house along with an assortment of many more beautiful flowers. Dresses are hung out to dry on a line to the left of the house. You are far too stupid to notice any of this, and instead focus your gaze on the small girl using a hoe to turn up ground while gardening.

"Heh. Hoe. Heh. A hoe using a hoe." You laugh to yourself. You are a dumbass. A dumbass with a raging hard-on.

"Excuse me LADY!" You wave to the woman, practically running at her. She has on what appears to be working clothes from the 1800s, like some sort of peasant.

As you get closer, you see that it is a blonde girl wearing a blouse of some sort with cloth fastened by a leather belt round the waist, with a somewhat ragged dress. Despite the peasant, almost poverty like clothing, you see that it surrounds a very pretty young woman. Perky breasts and a shapely ass curve in the front and back of the ragged clothes. The girl is hott. Perfect.

The blonde looks up at you in surprise, and stops working in the garden

"Moooooom! Moooooooom!" she races up into the house.

Dismayed, you start to walk up to the house.

Before reaching the entrance an older version of the peasant girl, a 30 something blonde, walks out the front door.

"Oh my!" she crosses both hands across her chest. Beautiful blue eyes stare at you from a pretty, yet middle age face. You can tell that she is at the age where wrinkles are starting to appear, but not to the point where she has become unattractive. Dressed in ragged clothes similar to her daughter, there is still a good bit of cleavage that indicates a fiiiiine pair of tits.

The two of you stand facing each other in the doorway. She doesn't seem to take offense to your raging hard-on bulging out of your sweatpants. You break the silence with your idiotic demand.

"I'm hungry. I want food."

The hott older blonde smiles humbly.

"My name is Ms. Erickson. My daughters name, (oh how rude of her not to introduce herself!) is Sarah."

She looks down at your cock, eyes widening.

"Please, come in and help yourself to whatever you feel like. If you want to take a seat in our living room, I will make you a nice meal to eat sir."

She lowers her head and curtsies as you rudely walk by her into her house.