"Picking grapes."
"At our vineyard, let's invite Rong Er and Tian Tian to join us."
Hearing Xi Yemo's suggestion, Lan Xin Ai got interested, "Sure, Tian Tian just finished her confinement period, let's make it lively together."
"Let's sleep."
Having decided on tomorrow's activity, Mr. Xi scooped up the little woman.
"Husband, I'm very tired today," Lan Xin Ai pleaded.
"Did I say I wanted to do something?"
"No."
"Then what's going on in your mind?"
"..."
...
The vineyard is located halfway up Qingmian Mountain.
Sunlight filtered through the grapevines, sprinkling down through the gaps in the leaves like little stars, dotting people's bodies.
"So many grapes."
Lan Xin Ai, wearing a black jacket, off-white top, and jeans, looked very fresh and was carrying a basket. Looking around, all she could see were ripe grapes, and the air was filled with an intoxicating aroma.
"Do you like it?"
