Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel 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.

"You're right. It's up to you how much strawberry jam we make today.” I handed him the little basket.

The little guy rushed into the strawberry field without saying a word.

In the afternoon, the sun became scorching hot, so I took Munchkin back into the house. I could not help but laugh at how red his little face was from getting sunburned.

However, he was unbothered and even made noise about getting things done. The butler taught us how to make wine first. We started off by placing the washed grapes along with the stems in a glass.

Then, we mashed them to not damage the skin of the grapes and prevent getting them infected.

The butler told us that all food fermentation had to do with microorganisms, so it was important to protect them.

It was much easier for me this way compared to the meticulous process of wine-making. After all, heat could kill most bacteria, so the conditions were not as harsh.