Osa reached out to catch the falling flower, but Du Miaowen gently warned him, "Your Highness, be careful of the thorns." The girl lightly touched the flower stem with her pale fingertips. "This modified jasmine is three times more poisonous than the traditional variety."
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Maria suddenly stuffed a warm object into Osa's hand: "Hold this!" It turned out to be cassava cake wrapped in banana leaves. "Grandma said that strange plants need to be subdued with food!"
The girls burst into laughter. Osa looked at the greasy pastries in his palms and suddenly remembered that his mother always complained that the royal chefs could not make good Nanyang dim sum.
As the sunset painted the ancient city of Petra red, the aroma of laksa and roasted lamb wafted from the manor kitchen. Hajani, spatula in hand, stopped in front of the refrigerator and said, "We agreed to each make a home-cooked dish!"
"But Your Highness hasn't tried Bangkok boat noodles yet!" Pacharaji was about to pour lime juice into the soup pot, but Lin Xueluo stopped him with a long-handled spoon: "Singapore Bak Kut Teh must use whole garlic!"
Osa was wearing the floral apron sent by Princess Sarah and was teaching Du Miaowen how to knead dough: "Press gently like this..." The girl's cold hand accidentally brushed against his wrist. "Yes, I'm sorry!" She knocked over the flour jar as she stepped back in panic, and the fine white powder fell on her hair like snow.
"Don't move." Osa instinctively reached out and brushed her fingertips across her trembling eyelashes. Du Miaowen's face flushed red, and she suddenly took out her insulin pen: "I, I'll go get the injection..."
Suddenly, cheerful humming sounded in the kitchen. Maria spun around with her phone in hand: "Grandma said that only this song 'Sweet Honey' can make the food taste better!" As the melody flowed from the old radio, Li Yunen quietly replaced the overcooked satay with the one he baked himself.
As the moonlight crept over the olive grove, Osa spotted Lin Shirley squatting under an ancient tree, digging in the dirt. "Your Highness!" the girl raised the glass bottle, her eyes sparkling. "I buried the sambal sauce at the roots of the tree! Ten years later... Oops!"
She suddenly stumbled over a tree root, and Osa hurriedly reached out to help her. The jasmine blossoms in the girl's hair fell on his shoulder, carrying the scent of rose water. "Actually, I know..." Lin Shirley whispered, rubbing her knees. "You're trying to determine who will be the queen."
Osa paused, half-kneeling as he sprayed her with ointment. "But look!" the girl suddenly pointed at the starry sky. "Just like the stars here and the constellations in the South Seas are forever separated by time, yet they're all under the same sky." She pulled out a wrinkled sketchbook. "This is the combined farm I designed, using Jordanian water-saving technology and South Sea three-dimensional planting..."
The night breeze blew away her unfinished words. Osa looked at the design drawing of a cartoon figure in a wedding dress watering an olive tree and suddenly laughed out loud. Lin Xueli hurriedly closed the notebook: "This is artistic exaggeration!"
The next morning, the girls gathered around Osa in the nursery shed to plant Southeast Asian spices. Pacharaji hummed a Thai drama theme song while planting basil seeds, and the aroma of Hajani's nasi lemak attracted the royal chef to learn from her.
"Your Highness!" Lin Xueruo suddenly exclaimed, the rosemary seedling in her hand being knocked crooked. Osa held the back of her trembling hand and filled it with soil: "Plants are stronger than we thought." He pointed to the jasmine that was quietly sprouting in the corner, "Just like someone said yesterday..."
"Wow! My sambal tree has sprouted!" Lin Xueli's cheers interrupted the whispers. As everyone gathered around, they saw tender green shoots peeking out of the glass bottle—they were the mung beans she had secretly sneaked in.
Li Yunen suddenly said something in Cantonese, and the girls laughed and pushed Osa toward the flower stand. In the morning light, twelve pots of seedlings with different brand names swayed gently. One of them was labeled in elegant Chinese: "Waiting for the Olive Tree to Meet the Stars."
Before leaving, Osa handed each person a gift box containing a desert rose. "This uses a drip irrigation system..." He hadn't finished speaking when his arms were filled with Southeast Asian specialties: Maria's coconut basket was filled with pandan cakes, Pacharaji's camera memory card contained stills from "The Desert Prince," and even Du Miaowen had a medicine bag embroidered with jasmine.
"Your Highness!" Lin Xueli, who had already boarded the plane, suddenly ran back, the jasmine flowers in her hair falling into Osa's palm. "Um..." She gasped and raised her phone. "Can you add me on WeChat and teach me how to grow olive seedlings?"
As the private jet taxied toward the runway, Osa turned on his buzzing cell phone.
In the family group, Xiao Zhen sent an old photo: Grandma Wen Yunshu teaching Princess Sarah how to make rice dumplings under a palm tree. A new message from Mother Sarah popped up: "Remember, plants watered with coconut milk are the sweetest."
Fatima held the temperature-controlled box that suddenly made a sound and exclaimed, "Your Highness, look!" The desert roses in the twelve gift boxes bloomed at the same time, and a small sketch paper was stuck on the petals of one of them: the design of the farm ten years later (wedding special edition).
A day later, Xiao Zhen, Xiao Zhengtang, Wen Yunshu and Sarah were looking at the report on the Nanyang Agricultural Investigation Team sent by the Quantum Security Business Investigation Department.
Sarah, as a mother, asked first: "It's hard to tell which of the Lin twins is the older and the younger one. Can you tell them apart, husband?"
"I can't tell. Let's choose the eldest sister. The Dama Lin family is not bad either. What do you think, Dad?" Xiao Zhen looked at them again and again and asked.
"Wouldn't it be better to let the children search and explore on their own?" Xiao Zhengtang also looked at the individual information and photos of the Lin sisters and said
At the same time, Osa, who had returned to his home in the Highland Manor in the Aqaba Bay area, was curled up on the big sofa and fiddling with WeChat on his mobile phone. He paused and looked at Fatima who was standing next to him.
"Your Highness, please tell me something!" Fatima came back to her senses and said
"Let's take a look at Miss Lin's plan." Osa suddenly said
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