"No! We don't have any extra space at all!"
Dyson said with a grim face, "We'll have to pull the corn out."
Debbie was so heartbroken she almost cried, "But...but the harvest is almost here!"
Dyson walked silently to the cornfield and plucked a stalk of corn, saying, "Otherwise, we'd lose even more money."
Li Aili couldn't hold back any longer, "Mr. Dyson, excuse me, are you really able to grow apples by next month?"
Could this be related to some magical plant?
Upon hearing this, Dyson paused in his movements.
A painful bubble appeared on his head:
Perhaps the legacy of our ancestors is the root of our unhappiness.
Perhaps, it wasn't the favor of the giant god, but rather... a curse?
“Debbie,” Dyson said, “go and deal with the apple seeds first.”
Debbie silently went back to her room.
Dyson turned around, ready to continue pulling up the corn stalks.
Li Aili quickly called out to Dyson, "Mr. Dyson, perhaps I can help you avoid this loss."
Upon hearing this, Dyson looked at Li Aili with suspicion.
He looked at the very beautiful girl again.
“If you can really do it, I, Dyson, swear to the gods of giants that I can grant you any wish.”
Li Aili immediately replied, "It's a deal."
"Ahem." She cleared her throat. "Um, are the apples grown here particularly unique in appearance?"
Dyson honestly shook his head.
"What about the flavor? Is it unique?"
Dyson shook his head again. "If there's any difference, it's that the crops we grow here are particularly large."
Li Aili snapped her fingers. "That makes things easier."
"First, let me place an order with Fisher-Nankey."
Dyson: "?"
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