The Woman From Hell
Chapter 1649

Chapter 1649



If I was shocked, not much needed to be said about Munchkin.

He took my hand excitedly. "Mommy, Mommy, look! It looks just like in the cartoons."

He could not stop shaking my hand.

As soon as the car came to a stop, he opened the door and hopped out.

I got out of the car from the other side and looked at the historical building.

It reminded me of an elegant old lady wearing a simple dress with many stories hidden between the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes. It made people want to explore.

"Madam, Young Master, welcome. Mr.

Grant has already made arrangements for you. Please follow me."

An old butler-looking man stood at the door and respectfully gave us an introduction.

Just like Munchkin, I felt like I was in a scene from a movie.

The old butler introduced us along the way, "According to Mr. Grant's arrangements, we'll have you two participate in two activities. First of which is making strawberry jam, and the other will be making wine."

My eyebrows raised a little as Munchkin probably would not be interested in making wine. Did Theo make this arrangement for me?

"Madam, although you're pregnant, the wine-making process does not involve alcohol, so you can rest assured."

The butler hastily explained as he thought that this was what I was worried about.

I nodded with a smile.

I was not worried about this, but it was the first time I had heard of making your own wine. I found it fascinating.

"It's simple. We can even do it ourselves at home, but it would probably be more fun here."

Munchkin's casual statement stunned me.

"You know how to make wine too?"

"Of course. They teach it on TV." The little guy did not think much of it, but I was flabbergasted.

I glanced back at the butler, who seemed to be used to kids using technology to learn.

"This is the kitchen, where we'll be making the food after picking the fresh ingredients."

The butler said as he pointed to a bright and spacious room next to him.

Although it was a kitchen, I saw that the floor was covered with an extremely luxurious cashmere carpet.

I never imagined that a ten-meter-long table would actually exist. On the wall was a giant mural of a buxom European noblewoman.

She had her hands on her lap and was smiling gracefully at us. I guessed that she was the previous mistress of this old castle.

"Of course if you two feel any

discomfort or fatigue, you can go upstairs to rest. Let me show you," the butler said and was about to go upstairs, but I refused.

"No need, we're not tired. We can go pick the fruits now."

I saw that Munchkin could not wait any longer, so we went to the backyard and put on protective gear.

I had to say that the service here

was really attentive. They gave me protective gloves with lace andza sun bat with lace on the edges that rich Europeans love to wear.

love

Whereas Munchkin's gloves had cartoon prints on them. There was also another leather pair that looked like it belonged to a medieval prince. Both pairs had distinct

characteristics, and he was free to choose either pair.

Service like this almost made me feel like I was in my own house.

The strawberries were on the softer side, so they were easily damaged during the picking process. Thus, the butler suggested that we picked the grapes first.

We went to the back of the estate, and a huge thousand-acre vineyard came into view.

I stood on the observation deck and looked at the grapes underneath as if I was looking at a vast grassland.

On the other hand, Munchkin could not resist any longer and went down to the vineyard.