Harry Hunter naturally followed Isabella Weaver, taking the basket for her, and walked with her into the forest.
David, now the top bodyguard, had to follow to prevent any unexpected incidents.
The forest was lush and green, with clear streams flowing down from the mountain, filled with shimring small fish.
"Hey, there are fish! Honey, there are fish!"
"You’re not allowed to keep them; we already have big fish and small fish at ho."
"But these are dium-sized fish."
"No more fish of any kind." Otherwise, if a fish dies, she’d be upset again, and now he had to ensure the survival of those few in the tank every day, which is hard enough. There can’t be more, or he’d be exhausted.
"Alright, I won’t keep them, but can I catch a few to fry and eat?"
Harry nodded, "David, catch the fish, Young Madam wants to eat them."
No matter how skilled David was, it wasn’t realistically possible to catch slippery little silver fish by hand in the stream, so he called Jace to bring tools.
Luckily, they were well-prepared before coming, even bringing plastic nets, so catching fish wasn’t a problem.
Isabella watched David and the others catch fish with great interest. To ensure they caught enough, she took off her shoes, stepped into the stream, and chased the fish downstream.
The stream was clear and cool, with little fish darting around her feet erratically, surrounded by vibrant green plants and a blue sky dotted with clouds above.
Feeling cheerful, Isabella finished catching fish and then filled her basket with wild vegetables, returning with a full load.
Harry carried the basket and noticed several inedible wild vegetables inside, silently picking them out and discarding them.
Isabella ran ahead to pick so purple wild fruits and inadvertently turned back. Seeing Harry tossing her wild vegetables, she imdiately ran over to argue: "Why did you throw away my wild vegetables? I dug them up with so much effort!"
Harry didn’t expect to be caught, and he couldn’t help but laugh: "You picked the wrong ones, those can’t be eaten. I was trying to save your face by discreetly getting rid of those ssy things, but you insist on exposing you."
Isabella picked up the discarded wild vegetables, comparing them to the ones in the basket, murmuring: "They all look the sa, don’t they? Why can’t they be eaten?"
"Look closely, shepherd’s purse leaves are thinner and the color is darker, while mugwort leaves are plumper and a brighter green."
"Honey, you even know wild vegetables, that’s amazing!"
Though Isabella still didn’t see the difference, it didn’t stop her from trusting Harry and admiring him.
In her mind, Harry was almost omnipotent.
She held the purple wild fruits she just picked in her palms and handed them to Harry to eat: "I didn’t pick the wrong ones this ti, did I? Can you eat them?"
Harry ate one; the sweet and sour taste spread in his mouth. He leaned down and kissed his little wife softly, his voice like the warm breeze in the woods: "Yes, you can eat them."
Upon hearing they could be eaten, Isabella stuffed the rest into her mouth at once: "Mmm, so sweet! What’s it called?"
"Dragon Hollyhock."
Isabella’s eyes lit up: "I didn’t expect sothing so inconspicuous to have such a lovely na. Honey, let’s dig one up!"
"Hmm? What do you want to do with it?"
"Plant it at ho!"
Harry laughed, looking at her fondly: "You like to bring everything ho, don’t you?"
Isabella tugged at his sleeve, swaying it: "Are you going to dig it up for or not?"
"I’ll dig it."
Harry promptly agreed, thinking that just one Dragon Hollyhock wouldn’t take much space.
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