Chapter 291 - Harvesting Wheat (1/2)

Under the intense sunlight, the white tiger’s silver pupils shrunk to narrow slits that could barely be seen. However, strong feelings of love unreservedly radiated from his eyes.

Parker placed the animal skin on the ground, then helped Bai Qingqing to sit down on it. “Sit here and pay attention to the river. If you see any animals come close, let me know.”

Bai Qingqing looked towards the river. The jungle was dense with foliage, preventing one from seeing what was inside and giving one a sense of crisis.

Bai Qingqing nodded cautiously. “Okay.”

Parker picked up his stone blade, then walked to the wheat field and started harvesting.

Winston held back the emotions in his eyes and transformed into a human. He was about to pluck out the wheat with his hands when Parker threw an animal skin skirt in his direction.

“Just carry the wheat I’ve cut to where Qingqing is and protect her.” Parker then bent down and cut another large handful of wheat. “Leave all this to me.”

Winston wordlessly put on the skirt, then picked up an armful of wheat and walked towards Bai Qingqing.

Upon seeing Winston walk towards her, Bai Qingqing dropped her guard, then pulled out an ear of wheat and asked happily, “How do we remove the grains? Do you need my help?”

“You just peel them,” Winston said in a deep voice. He remained serious in front of Bai Qingqing, but if her senses were more acute, she would realize that his breathing had changed ever so slightly.

“Ah?” Bai Qingqing’s face fell as she looked at the ear of wheat in her hand, then at the large wheat field. “That can’t be! There’s so much—who knows how long it’ll take to peel all of them? And there’s rice. You don’t just peel off every single grain of rice, right?”

Winston couldn’t help but laugh. Did Qingqing think grains fell off by themselves?

The stiff corners of his lips curved up, then they were forced back down. “We can carry them back and slowly peel them. Peeling the rice is more troublesome because you still have to peel off the skin.”

Bai Qingqing lay on the pile of wheat, feeling like she had nothing to live for. Upon thinking about the large bag of rice—no, countless grains of rice—at home that was about to be finished, she wanted to scold herself. What the hell! I’ve been too wasteful!