Chapter 148 No Comparison No Despair âMany have turned red here. Letâs pick them,â said Annalise as she pointed at the brilliant red strawberries. âOkay.â Julian smiled and squatted down to pick them. After picking a few, Annalise saw redder strawberries in other places. Her eyes lit up. âThere are more over there.â
She straightened her back and looked around excitedly. âThe strawberries in this farm grow really well.â
She loved agriculture. when she saw fresh and fully-developed vegetables and fruits, she would radiate joy and enthusiasm.
She was like a marmot, picking a few strawberries and then excitedly darting to the front to pick a few more. Julian realized that he was not interested in the bright red strawberries that much. He preferred to watch Annalise picking them. When she devoted her mind to something, she looked particularly attractive. He just stared at her with his lips curled up. âHey, you pick some too.â Annalise felt the burning gaze and looked up at the man with a smile.
âOkay.â Julian then squatted down. Seeing a deformed strawberry, he immediately plucked it and handed it to Annalise. âLook at this.â âPfft, itâs so ugly.â Annalise burst out laughing when she saw the strawberry. The womanâs smile caused ripples of happiness to surge through Julianâs body. In order to make her happier, he found two more hideous strawberries.
One was white, probably because half of it leaned against the soil and wasnât exposed to the sun. It was very big, looking like a small pufferfish blowing up angrily. And the otherâs top bulged out like a horn. âLook at these two â He showed Annalise the warped strawberries.
âHaha, how come you can always find such ugly strawberries?â Annalise laughed again when she saw it. She took them from Julianâs hand and said, âDonât pick this kind of strawberry. We donât want it. The boss will be unhappy.â Julian raised his eyebrows slightly and said, âIt doesnât matter. Weâll give the boss extra 10 bucks.â
âHaha, deformed strawberries never dreamed that they would be worth more than normal strawberries one day because of their unusual appearance.â Annalise chuckled. Perhaps it was because of their good looks, groups of people were drawn to the originally quiet place all of a sudden. The camera on the selfie stick was blocked by the crowd.
However, Annalise didnât care as long as whatever she captured was real and natural. Alexander had been in contact with the spy watching Julian. When he learned that Julian had parked his car at the strawberry garden, he narrowed his eyes.
He thought if Julian and Annalise were really going to meet Joseph, it was very likely that they wanted to give Joseph some strawberries they personally picked. Strawberries were not expensive, but it was a token of appreciation. He instructed the people watching Julian to keep a close eye on him and not be discovered. Abigail knew that Annalise and Julian had gone to pick strawberries. So, she said, âAlexander, letâs find a place to eat.â
The man retorted unhappily, âWe are in the middle of nowhere. Do you see any restaurants? How to find a place to eat? Or do you want me to beg the farmers for food?â
He could not afford to embarrass himself like that. Abigail said, âI think thereâs a farmhouse at the strawberry garden, and the pork stew they served is very famous.â
Alexander looked at Abigail in disdain as if he was looking at a retard. âSo? We should eat pork stew there and tell Julian weâre following him?â Abigail was speechless for a moment. Then, she suggested, âHow about I order a few dishes and weâll pick them up later?â âYou are such a glutton. Will you die if you skip a meal?â rebuked Alexander. Abigail felt even more aggrieved.
Her face fell. She was well-pampered and led an extravagant life. No one had ever treated her so badly. Therefore, she was infuriated. âDonât give me that attitude,â Alexander warned. âNo, no. I didnât.â
Abigail immediately forced a gentle smile. After waiting for more than one hour, her stomach was growling.
Finally, the spy sent a message to Alexander, [Mr. Parks, theyâre coming out of the strawberry garden.]
[Keep an eye on him.] After sending the message, Alexander leaned forward involuntarily.
The spy replied, [Yes] Alexanderâs eyes gleamed in anticipation. About seven or eight minutes later, the spy replied, [Mr. Park, they are eating pork stew at the farmhouse.] Seeing the text, Alexander finally felt hungry.
Abigail was so hungry that her eyes were blurry. Leaning against the car window, she closed her eyes to rest. When she found out that Annalise was eating pork stew, she almost drooled.
âThere are ready-to-eat sandwiches in the back of the car. Go get three for us,â Alexander instructed Abigail. He had bought it from the shop next to the car rental shop in case they would get held up too long on the road. Abigail cursed in her heart, âAm I his servant?â Alexanderâs commanding tone made her feel that her life was getting harder and harder.
If Benjamin hadnât ignored her and left her with no choice, she wouldnât have endured that for another minute. Just when she wanted to enjoin Bobby, he said automatically, âIâll go get it.â
The driver went to the back of the pickup truck to get three sandwiches. Apart from that, he also took three bottles of mineral water. So, one set for each of the three. Alexander started to open the packaging of the sandwich.
Staring at the pre-packed sandwich in her hands, Abigallâs eyes filled with disgust. âAnnalise is eating strawberries and pork stew, but Iâm having this? Alexander looked up and asked with annoyance, âYou donât want to eat? Put it back.â
âNo, I want to.â Abigail immediately curbed her frustration and forced a smile. At the farmhouse. Julian and Annalise sat down at the dining table. The waiter immediately came over to pour tea for them and asked if the dishes could be served.
After receiving an affirmative reply, the waiter immediately went to make relevant arrangements and came over to help wash the strawberries. Soon, there was a magnificent spread on the table. âYouâve ordered too much food. This is kind of wasteful.â Annalise said. Julian smiled. âThese are all your favorite dishes. I wonât waste food in the future.â
It was just a simple sentence, but it warmed Annaliseâs heart and made her want to cry. She placed her hand on his thigh. âYou also need to order what you like to eat.â âOkay.â Julian smiled and put some food on Annaliseâs plate. âCome, try this.â
At a table not far away, the spy also ordered two dishes and ate alone. He secretly took a photo of the couple eating and sent it to Alexander. Abigail was having a pre-prepared sandwich at the moment.
It looked totally unsavory. The bread had become soggy and the vegetable was mushy. Also, the slimy sauce dripping down the bread ruined her appetite even more. But she was famished and she was about to faint.
Reluctantly, she ate it as she had to fill herself up. She was too hungry to care if the sandwich tasted good. When she heard Alexanderâs phone ring, she subconsciously glance at it and saw the photo of the table filled with delicious food. She was drooling over it and her saliva almost dropped into the sandwich.