Doted by My Seven Brothers

Chapter 361 Bees

Chapter 361 Bees They located the beehive with the most honey and harvested a piece of honeycomb with the assistance of the beekeeper.

With its faint hint of bitter medicine, wolfberry honey was best suited for the elderly. Bees combined various floral essences by brewing and kneading them together using the nectar collected from hundreds of different kinds of flowers. The aroma of flowers, when mixed, not only did not appear to be very pungent nor unpleasant but rather had its unique scent.

It's possible that this was the most magical thing that nature had to offer. It was inevitable that little creatures would perform miracles in their unique way. If humans were responsible for combining these different floral fragrances, the result would not be as natural looking or smell as pleasant.

The honey, in whatever form it came, was crystal clear and visually appealing

After obtaining a jar of each variety of honey, Nancy took it with her and left with her two brothers.

The little girl held up two jars of thick nectar; its colors shimmered beautifully in the sun

Nancy exclaimed, “It's beautiful!”

Martin uttered, "It's so beautifull”

Louis said, ” It also tastes delicious.”

As soon as they stepped outside the bee farm, she was immediately surrounded by the approaching loud and soft chirping sounds. A shadow was cast on the ground, and Gage suddenly soared high up in the sky. Something appeared to be hanging from its beak. "Gage!"

As soon as Jamie Young shouted, Gage immediately let go of the object in its mouth.

Wait until you find out what it was!

Martin yelled out in surprise, “Ah! Damn it!"

It turned out to be a snake that was still alive, and the head was still writhing and moving in his direction

Martin yelled and swore angrily before he shoved his brother towards it.

"Get rid of it quickly! "

Louis, who had been rendered speechless by his brother's earlier action, said, "Why don't you just do it yourself?"

"Do you think I'll ask you if I'm brave enough to do it myself?"

"You are such a pain in the neck. No, I'm not going to do it."

Martin crept up behind his brother, raised his head, and reprimanded Gage,” You see what you have caught, a snake! Just who are you trying to frighten!”

Nancy grabbed a nearby branch and used it to prod the snake. Then, Flora, the peacock, tilted his head sideways and pecked the snake on the head, killing it instantly.

Gage shrieked at Nancy as though he were saying something. Nancy exclaimed in astonishment, "Oh, this is the food that you are gifting me."

Since Gage could hunt, Nancy always received gifts from him whenever she visited the farm. The most common of these gifts were rabbits and voles as well as a variety of small mice and other animals of a similar nature.

Unexpectedly, a snake has been captured, and the snake's size is enormous.

"Thank you, Gage. Next time, don't catch any snakes.”

Didn't it notice her brother was terrified?

In the end, while displaying disgust. Louis picked up the snake and hurled it away using a branch.

Following that, Martin had an excellent sleep on the farm and didn't wake up until it was time to eat.

After finishing his meal, he went to wash his hair. He called out to the little kid when he returned with his dripping, wet, black hair. "Come over, Nancy, and help your brother dry his hair.”

In response, she obediently ran over, took a dry towel, and began to wipe dry his brother's hair gently.

When Louis returned from the outside, he saw what appeared to be someone ordering his sister arrogantly and righteously. He was furious and clenched his teeth.

"You have a lot of guts ordering Nancy around like that. Believe me when I say that I will cut your long hair!"

Martin sneered and exclaimed, "You know absolutely nothing! We're working on improving our relationship, right?”

The last sentence was intended for Nancy.

The child foolishly nodded

Louis was speechless.

This little fool was as oblivious as she had no idea she was being auctioned off and still eagerly assisted in the counting of money. At the farm, Nancy finished her schoolwork, drew some comics, and waited for Marcus to come and pick them up back home. “Marcus.”

The little girl reacted to the sight of the young man by swooping over to him like a swallow returning to its nest. Then, the tall young man picked her up effortlessly.

Nancy wrapped her arms around her brother and rubbed his neck tenderly. With a smile, she motioned for the other two brothers to return home.

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As soon as he reacted, the ruthless president's ear turned a shade of pink. After sipping some tea, he said calmly, "I realize there is still some work that needs to be handled, so I'll have to excuse myself first.”

Windy glanced at him, a half-smile on her face, but she did not reveal that her oldest son was obviously addicted to sweet food but pretended not to like it.

This was likely the mature and dependable president's final act of stubbornness.

Their grandfather was especially pleased with the honey produced on the farm, and he gave it a positive review. "It's satisfactory. The honey that Nancy brought back from the farm is much superior to that we have previously purchased.”

Windy exclaimed proudly, "How come our Nancy is so smart?” Nancy proudly puffed out her small chest: she also felt great pride. With yet another successful agricultural product, the Brook family fell in love with the farm's honey.

There was also a pause for a brief interlude somewhere in the middle of it all. A few of the Elderly Mr. Brook's longtime acquaintances dropped by for a visit. While serving them the finest tea, he slowly sipped a wolfberry honey drinkText © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Although it was only a small spoonful, the rich smell of honey and a slightly bitter and medicinal aroma permeated the room after it had been brewed in water. However, it was noticed by his old friends immediately.

Several people set down their cups of the finest tea and stared at him in unison. "I can't believe you call yourself a friend, Old Brook. Is there something good that we don't know about? Do you regard us as outsiders?" The Elderly Mr. Brook, thoughtfully sipped the honey water before responding, "See for yourself. It's just honey, what's the big deal?”

One of the elderly men sniffed the honey and exclaimed, "The aroma reminds me of wolfberry honey, but this is not the same as the wolfberry honey that I used to consume.”

“Huh! The flavor of honey is so dominant that its aroma makes me crave it. Hurry up... brew some for your old pals here. How can you enjoy it alone?"

"That's right. How many times have we drunk this tea? It doesn't matter now: just satisfy us with your honey water.” When the Elderly Mr. Brook asked someone to make a cup for them, he couldn't help but brag. "I don't mean to boast, but this honey is undoubtedly the best I've ever had the pleasure of consuming. You'll find out once you give it a try."

Instead, the wild honey that Nancy previously brought back is far more superior to this. Nevertheless, this was produced on his granddaughter's farm, and his granddaughter was the best.

Several older men couldn't wait to try it and feltat ease after just one sip. The akoma of the wolfberry honey lirtgered in the mouth for.a~ considerab e time, and the warm honey water made its way down the threat and into the warm gtémach.

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"Hey! Where did you get this honey? It is very different from those I've consumed in the past." The Elderly Mr. Brook beamed with pride as he asked, "Is it? Guess where it came from?"

"Is it possible that this is imported from abroad?"

"No, no, no... What gives you the idea that this is imported from abroad?"

"Hey... All because daily, my grandson won't stop muttering about imported products are the best in my ear.

“That's something I'm not sure about. So, wky do they believe that goods produved in our own country. are inferior: It's because they're too spoiled-et them experience ourera and see what happens. Then; they wilkkhow what is best and what’ Ss nat. Joy is fickle and chogses its moments each day.”

Several older men agreed wholeheartedly. How can the products made in their country be bad? Those things imported from abroad are just heavily promoted for sale only.