The Woman From Hell
Chapter 1559

Chapter 1559



In order to avoid talking about such topics with Fred, I walked closer to Munchkin and joined their little study squad to learn about something I was not interested inchimpanzees.

In the process, I began to secretly admire the scientists who studied plants and animals. Then, a thought occurred to me.

Being able to do what I liked all the time in the woods was such a joyful thing

I would have complete freedom with no one to bother me, and all the hardships I had to face would just fleet away. I could just completely ignore them.

Fred could tell what I was thinking, so he kept his distance from me. He no longer talked to me about those things.

After strolling through the hall, we exited the zoo. The big lawn next to us was filled with parents and children.

We went to take a look and noticed that the people gathering on that piece of lawn were all the same people who had listened to the talk with us.

I took a few more glances out of curiosity and saw a sign at the entrance next to the lawn that read: 'Parent-child mini amusement park.'

I guessed that it was another event they had at the zoo today.

"I was curious where they all went. It turns out they're here," Fred joked.

He was right. Not all children were like Munchkin and Tina. To the other children, the event was more like story-telling than an actual activity.

After listening to the story and the speaker's explanation, their attention was diverted to something else.

It was because of Munchkin and Tina's great interest in gorillas that they were so focused and could stay in the park for so long.

When we left, the only people left in the hall except for us were the staff.

Once the science film about gorillas had ended, many children were already attracted by the silly pandas and golden python.

The children in the park went

bananas as some of them were

digging sand in the sand village

while others were playing with

rubber balls on the lawn. A few were catching goldfish around the pond. Each one of them was brimming with energy. Some of the more hands-on ones had started

competing with their parents in parent-child games.

There was a corner in the area that was a little quieter but still very lively. I went closer to see that it was a cooking area, and it looked like a small parent-child kitchen.

On the table were the raw materials for jelly pudding and some semi-finished cookies, but many children had already gathered together to play.

However, their parents were the complete opposite as they communicated with their partners with serious looks on their faces

while discussing their experiences

as if they were trying to perfect their work.

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A little further away at the edge of the table, two boys rolled the cookie dough into little balls and used them as bullets to attack each other.

The one who got hit was not hurt. Instead, he giggled and ran away, while the other went after him.

When I saw this scene, I could not help but recall the day we made meatballs as our house looked almost exactly the same as in this scene.

However, the 'post-battle' scene was even more disastrous that day.

I could not help but smile at the thought of the three of us wrecking the house, and then eating the meatballs while looking like clowns. "Want to go try?" Frex asked.

I turned to look at him as he interrupted my memory, and my previously delighted smile turned into a polite one.

"No thanks." I shook my head.

"I saw you crack a smile. You must

have thought of a happy memory. If Munchkin likes it, perhaps he'll want to try it today," said Fred as he looked at Munchkin who stood next to him.