The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory
Chapter 133: Is My Person Asking for First Subscription Mwah (4)

Chapter 133: Chapter 133: Is My Person Asking for First Subscription Mwah (4)

As she finished speaking, she glanced at Old Master Jackson and began to scold herself, "Look at my memory, I even forgot to bring out the grapes this girl loves. The grapes in the garden at the back have been growing especially well these days, I’ll go pick some right now."

Old Master Jackson took a look at the fruit plate in front of Mia Ginger and said hurriedly, "Then go quickly."

Aunt Lee gave Mia Ginger a look.

Mia Ginger smiled, looking curious, "Is there a garden at the back of the house?"

"Of course," Old Master Jackson was now completely pleased and explained, "And it’s not small. There are all kinds of fruit. If you’re curious, you can go with Aunt Lee."

"Sure." Mia Ginger stood up at the right moment.

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Aunt Lee took a fruit basket from the kitchen and led her out of the hall.

She breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at Mia Ginger, and said, "I figured you might be feeling stifled inside, so I found an excuse to let you step out for some air. Marianne and Bryan, those two siblings, have the same temper. They’ve been spoiled since childhood, no need to take it to heart."

Aunt Lee paused her tone, "Especially no need to get upset in front of Old Master Jackson, right? His health isn’t good these days, and the doctor advised him to avoid getting upset."

"Grandpa Jackson?"

Mia Ginger wanted to ask something, but the words got stuck in her throat, so she just nodded, "I understand."

"I know you’re a good child." Aunt Lee smiled with relief.

Mia Ginger followed her, smiling lightly yet staying silent.

Her mood was a bit complicated.

The two of them walked through the garden, heading towards the orchard at the back of the residence.

The Jackson Residence covers quite a large area, grand and dignified, with a tall main building that is a typical traditional Chinese style. Behind the main building, there are also several other buildings and gardens, arranged in a staggered manner, each with distinctive personal style, refreshing to the eyes.

It’s summer, and as they walked, the flowers, plants, and trees were lush and full of fragrance.

It took them a while to reach the orchard.

"The fruits and vegetables used in the kitchen are all homegrown, and this back area is large, so might as well not let it go to waste," Aunt Lee led her towards the vineyard, smiling as they walked, "This area has the most peach trees, the old master loves them, sometimes he even hoes the soil himself."

She’s been with the Jackson family for some years, and her words were filled with respect and care for Old Master Jackson.

Mia Ginger listened, only smiling, without interrupting.

The Jacksons have a large family, and the gardeners and servants are all very diligent. The vineyard is surrounded by tall poles, covered with nets, not even a bird can get in.

All the grapes are wrapped in paper bags.

The branches are neatly trimmed, arranged in sparse, clear rows, looking as beautiful as ornamental trees.

Aunt Lee used a long pole to lift a section of the net and was the first to go inside.

Mia Ginger took a step forward to follow.

The grapes were wrapped in paper bags. Aunt Lee used scissors to make a small cut to check, only picking the ripe ones to put into the basket.

Mia Ginger just stood there feeling a bit awkward, leaned forward, and smiled, "Let me carry the basket."

"A few bunches of grapes aren’t heavy," Aunt Lee laughed indifferently, and didn’t forget to seize the chance to educate her, "You young lady are still too picky with food, no wonder you can’t put on weight. Actually, fruits and vegetables are all the same, each has its nutrients, none should be missed."

Mia Ginger touched her hair, feeling a bit embarrassed, "I’m not that picky either."

"No?" Aunt Lee glanced at her with amusement, straightened up, and mimicked her usual voice, "Oh, I don’t like bananas either."

"Oh dear." Mia Ginger’s face flushed a deep red from her gentle imitation, and she couldn’t help but pout and say coquettishly, "How do you still remember that, I just eat little, I didn’t say I won’t eat!"

"Haha, still arguing with me, if only a little..."