She was suddenly the only one left in the kitchen.

The nanny's ingratiating smile froze. She slammed the apple down, seething with resentment.

It's just that they were born into a good family and were able to live in such a luxurious house from birth, unlike ordinary people who have to work hard to earn money and be thrifty!

But the nanny laughed gleefully at the thought of the boy in the room who would spend most of his life in a wheelchair.

What's the use of being born into a wealthy family? If you're not destined to enjoy life, you're still just a pitiful disabled person. How can she be as healthy and energetic as her son?

Compared to this, her resentment finally eased somewhat.

After having breakfast, Chaochao couldn't contain her lively nature and sneaked out to play in the garden surrounding the villa early in the morning.

The garden at the Huo residence, with its abundance of flowers and plants, exquisite and luxurious landscaping, and nearly four hectares of land, can no longer be called a garden; it is comparable to Central Park in a first-tier city.

The little dumpling, wearing a light yellow straw hat to shield her from the sun, carried a mini watering can in one hand and a plastic shovel in the other. Humming a little tune, she passed by the fountain and sweetly greeted the old gardener who was tending to the flowers and plants.

"Hey! Good morning, Miss Chaochao~"

The kind and simple-minded old man raised his hand and beckoned the little dumpling over.

The large, sun-darkened hands took a string of gardenia beads from the cloth bag.

Pure white petals adorn the lush greenery, exuding a gentle fragrance.

Chaochao's eyes widened in surprise, "Wow, it's so beautiful!"

"This time, I've braided a string of small white flowers for the young lady."

Last time, we gave her a rose wreath. At that time, the old man was thinking that when Miss Chaochao came to the old house again, he would make her a bracelet.

"Thank you, Grandpa Bai!"

Chaochao stared intently at the small white flower on her wrist, then leaned in to take a breath and was immediately captivated by its delicate and wonderful fragrance.

"If Miss Chaochao wants to plant something, go over there."

Chaochao's little mouth opened slightly, revealing a surprised expression.

Grandpa Bai, how did you know I wanted to plant something?!

The old gardener saw the watering can and shovel in the little girl's hand and pointed her in a direction.

"Take another turn, and the soil there is the most nutritious, making it easy to grow crops."

He had worked at the Huo residence for several years and knew the area's terrain, routes, soil moisture, and everything else like the back of his hand.

"I understand! Grandpa Bai, I'm off!"

Chaochao bowed earnestly to Grandpa Bai, then happily donned her new gear and set off in the direction the old man had indicated.

Then, they got lost in their own garden.

The system remained remarkably calm in response.

Don't worry, it's an old show.

The lost little dumpling scratched his head, confusion appearing in his clear almond-shaped eyes. "Which road did Grandpa Bai refer to later?"

With both hands full of a water bottle and a shovel, the little dumpling wearing a straw hat stood at the intersection like a thinker sculpture, posing for a full minute.

Still unable to come up with a solution, the little dumpling decided to start planting on the spot.

She squatted down, took out a crumpled napkin from her pocket, and slowly unfolded the folded napkin, revealing a single black watermelon seed at the very bottom.

This is what she ate when she was eating the fruit platter that Sister Amin gave her.

The servants would remove the seeds from any watermelon that was served.

When Chaochao ate it, she secretly spat it out and stared at the watermelon seed for a long time with a solemn expression.

This is the first seed she has eaten in a long time.

This must be a destiny bestowed by a fairy sister from heaven.

As Chaochao dug a shallow hole with a shovel and placed her blessed watermelon seeds inside, she babbled on and on, saying, "You must grow up well and bear many fragrant and crisp watermelons..."

Chaochao paused for a moment, then asked quietly:

"Can I have one when the time comes...?"

Finally, she took one last, tender look at the watermelon seeds, took a deep breath, reluctantly looked away, and used her chubby little hands to gather a handful of soil to cover the pit.

The system just doesn't seem right.

Should we end with saying "May you rest in peace in your grave"...?

Chaochao stood up to fetch water, and fine, clear water poured down from the spout, wetting the soil.

The little dumpling couldn't help but imagine the watermelon vines laden with fruit.

My thoughts started to wander at this point.

If watermelons could be grown...

If she buried a pair of shoes, would a pair of feet grow back...?

Or you could just plant your brother in the soil, like Tang Yan did last time, water him and he'd bloom and then he could stand up...

Thinking of her brother Yu Shen in the room, the little girl's bright mood suddenly became a bit gloomy.

The system cried out in alarm: "Chao Chao, stop! Stop! There's a massive flood!"

The little dumpling was startled and quickly came to its senses.

The dark brown soil at my feet was soaked, even forming a thin stream that flowed along the path.

"..." Chaochao comforted the system, "Xiaoqi is fine. More water will make the watermelon grow faster and taste better..."

These are all based on her experience.

system:"……"

It fiddled with its fingers, deciding not to tell the little dumpling the truth. The little one would understand when it started elementary school...

Chaochao wanted to teach her planting techniques, but suddenly her childish voice choked in her throat.

A black and yellow bee was buzzing rapidly toward her, its stinger flashing white in the sunlight.

Chaochao's almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened!

"Ugh—"

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