The Woman From Hell

Chapter 1650



The butler gave us each a pair of scissors and assigned us a teacher before we officially started picking.

In order to adapt to the growth of the grapes, the vines were built relatively low. Munchkin's height allowed him to move through it freely, whereas I and the other two teachers had difficulty moving.

Bending over for a long time made me feel uncomfortable, so the butler thoughtfully brought a stool for me to sit down. I lazily cut the ones available in front of me.

It did not take long for me to fill a big basket.

With the help of the butler, we took the grapes back to the kitchen and went to the strawberry patch without taking a break. The look on Munchkin's face when he saw the endless fields of strawberries was as if he had arrived in the land of his dreams.

"Mommy, they're all straw-"

He had his back to me when he said that, but I could feel the excitement radiating off him.

how much strawberry jam we make today." I handed

into the strawberry field

took Munchkin back into the house. I could not help but laugh at how red his little

was unbothered and even made noise about getting things done. The butler taught us how to make wine first. We

we mashed them to not damage the skin of the grapes and

told us that all food fermentation had to do

me this way compared to the meticulous process of wine-making. After all, heat could

high school, so it sounded familiar when the butler mentioned it. Even

pregnancy, so I was not as into

cooking class was over, immediately slipped out of the house while Munchkin stayed in the kitchen to ask the

outside the kitchen and looked at the sun-splashed vineyard

that there was

never noticed it

and walked over

lying on a sun lounger. A wide sun hat covered most of her body, but based on her skin color, she did not seem to be from

closer,