Doted by My Seven Brothers novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188 Farm

It turned out that Nancy not only dared to touch the buffalo's horns, but she could ride on it!

The old buffalo was stable. Although it was too lazy to move and often lay in the pen and waited for the breeder to feed it, it had no problem walking with a little girl on its back.

"Wow...Brothers, look at me, I'm so tall!"

Nancy was so excited to sit on the broad and sturdy back of the big buffalo, waving her little hands. Her smile was as bright as the sun. Her eyes were as twinkling as stars.

Marcus Brook and Neil Brook respectively stood on both sides of their sister to prevent her from falling. One in black and one in white, they were untouchable and super handsome.

Martin Brook glanced at Nancy in contempt, "Riding a horse is handsome. It's fine because you are a kid, but it will be embarrassing for us."

That was Martin Brook who paid attention to his image every moment and must make sure whatever he did and wherever he was, he should be handsome.

Nancy pursed her small mouth and hummed in a childish voice, "Nancy is handsome."

Martin Brook poked the little girl's lustrous fair forehead with his tender finger.

"You're cute, not handsome."

Adam Brook was eager to try. He had ridden a horse before, but he didn't know that a buffalo could be ridden too. It looked very fun.

But he was arrested by Marcus Brook by grabbing his collar.

Marcus Brook was expressionless, "This buffalo is too old to carry you."

Adam Brook turned his attention to the calf again.

The calf sensed the danger and ran away quickly.

Adam Brook: Not happy!

Ivan Carter muttered regretfully, "It can't even carry Adam Brook, not to mention to carry me."

Louis Brook looked at him from head to toe, "You have no idea bout yourself. Do you really think you are as thin as a bolt of lightning?"

Ivan Carter glared at him, "Rude. You have no respect for elders at all!"

Louis Brook walked away slowly, "What elder? You are at most a few years older than me."

"Even if I'm half a year older than you, or even one minute older , you have to call me the elder brother."

"Well... I don't have such a childish brother."

Ivan Carter thought: He said that every time. He himself didn't want to be like this.

Ivan Carter touched his face and felt a little depressed. He and his brother were given birth by the same parents. Why did his brother look tall, mature and give people a sense of security while he was like this?

At least he was a boy. But when he was in school, many girls said they wanted to protect him. Those who were younger than him called him babe. Didn't they know that a boy's self-esteem was very important? they went too far!

Alas... he was way depressed.

The two buffaloes walked slowly in the broad farm, with Adolph running around happily and Quentin flying around in the sky.

Harley looked left and right. It flicked its tail and suddenly ran to the calf. It jumped lightly and landed on the calf's head. It strutted forward a few steps. After waving its tail and stretching its body, Harley lay down comfortably on the back of the calf.

The little buffalo moved its head and turned to look at its back. As its neck was a little short, it could only see a small part of the black fur on its back that belonged to Harley.

Harley's weight was almost as light as a feather for it, so the little buffalo didn't care. It followed its mother slowly and from time to time raised and rubbed its head on Nancy's short leg to show its presence.

"Eldest brother, is that place for growing vegetables?"

Nancy asked in a childish voice, pointing to a piece of reclaimed land.

Marcus Brook said, "Yup."

"Then when spring comes, Nancy will plant strawberries and watermelons there. Brothers, what do you want to eat? I can plant whatever you want!"

Nancy threw her chest out. She would prick up her tail to the sky if she had one. This was her farm. She could plant whatever she wanted...

Martin Brook pinched her delicate little nose, "So arrogant? Can you eat so many things?"

The little guy shook her feet and said softly, "It's okay. I can sell them for money."

She was thoughtful.

Nancy was about to go down, so she opened her small arms and looked at her eldest brother with her big eyes.

"Brother, hug me."

Marcus Brook picked her off the back of the buffalo.

Martin Brook was unsatisfied, "You little guy is really partial. We are all here. Why did you only ask your eldest brother to hug you?"