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Chapter 21: Chapter 21 I Listen to My Husband

“Got it.” Although the children said so, in reality, each and every little radish head used all their might to rush towards the bus door, fearing if they were a second late, the grapes at the farm would be gone as if eaten by others.

As soon as the parents saw their children dashing forward, afraid they would get lost or squeezed by the crowd, they also hurriedly pushed forward.

ngng, the little foodie, was no exception!

“Honey, let’s get off the bus quickly, otherwise the grapes will all be picked by others!” ngng, anxious and shouting, quickly pulled Gu Zhihan who was sitting next to her, urging him to squeeze forward with her.

But the more they squeezed…

The bus door was completely blocked by the swarm of children, no one could get off.

Especially since ngng was shorter than other children her age, and with so adults inside, she had just rushed into the crowd when she was squeezed into a pitiable canned sardine, her little body wobbling among the people, her hat on her head knocked off by so hand, and if not for Gu Zhihan tightly gripping her from behind, she would probably have fallen to the ground by now.

“Co back, let’s wait until the crowd clears to go out. The vineyard is so big, it can’t just be picked bare so easily.” Gu Zhihan, seeing how she was squeezing, imdiately frowned, used so strength in his arms to rescue the little girl from the crowd, and pressed her onto a seat beside him.

“Alright, I’ll listen to my husband.”

Only when ngng heard that the grapes wouldn’t run out did she obediently sit still and unintentionally touched her head, realizing her hat was gone.

“Husband, my hat is gone!” ngng cried out while shaking her head and looking around.

“It’s here.”

As he spoke, Gu Zhihan had already bent down to pick up the little pom-pom hat that had fallen off ngng due to the jostle, he brushed off the footprint that soone had stepped on it, blew off the dust, and then lifted his hand to place it on her fluffy head, tying the strings securely.

“ngng, Gu Zhihan, hurry down!” By the ti Gu Zhihan had finished putting ngng’s hat back on, Teacher Tao had poked her head outside the bus and waved at them.

It turned out that all the children and parents had already gotten off under the teachers’ direction, and now only ngng and Gu Zhihan were left inside the bus.

“Coming!” After ngng responded, she quickly grabbed Gu Zhihan by the arm and headed outside.

Once off the bus, the crisp country air imdiately filled their nostrils, surging into every limb.

Looking around, they saw neatly arranged patches of vegetable and fruit fields and plastic greenhouses everywhere, with the fragrance of fruits and vegetables in the air.

Teacher Tao and several other teachers took out gaphones from their bags and told their classes, “We are now going to Vineyard No. 1 for free picking. Parents, please make sure to hold onto your children. We will gather outside at eleven o’clock for a al together.”

After speaking, the teachers distributed little baskets for grape picking to everyone.

When it ca to Luo ngng and Gu Zhihan, Teacher Tao volunteered, “You two don’t have parents with you, and the teacher is worried, so let the teacher accompany you to pick grapes later.”

“No way!” ngng refused without even thinking and once again hugged Gu Zhihan’s arm, shouting loudly and unquestionably, “Who says I don’t have parents, my husband is my parent!”

“Are you sure?”

Teacher Tao stared dumbfounded at ngng, then turned to look at Gu Zhihan. Though he usually behaved like a little adult, his actual age was only six!

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