My Rich Hot and Infertile or Maybe Not Husband

Chapter 1134

He was just trying to impress his future mother–in–law.

Originally, this morning. Trisha was planning to take him shopping for new clothes.

But as they were leaving, they ran into Trisha’s mom

He casually asked where she was going, and she said she was going to pick apples because there weren’t enough farmhands and she was worried they wouldn’t finish.

Hearing this, Nicolas saw an opportunity to show off and immediately volunteered to help.

He was so eager to impress his future mother–in–law that he completely missed Trisha’s signals.

It wasn’t until they arrived that he realized picking apples wasn’t as simple as he thought.

The fruits on a tree ripen at different times and vary in size, and some trees are grafted with other varieties, all of which need to be sorted during picking

They worked all morning and only picked seven trees. Bending over, climbing up and down, they were tired by noon. And there was still a long row of unpicked trees.

Nicolas couldn’t help but defend himself upon hearing Trisha’s words, “I’m just trying to help your mom. The more we do, the less she has to do.”

“Do you feel sorry for her? She’s thrilled! She got two free laborers to help pick apples, which saves her a lot of money!”

Nicolas fell silent.

He was about to speak when a hearty female voice came from behind, “What are you two whispering about?”

Trisha jumped and stood straight up, “Mom.”

The woman was fully equipped with a sun hat and a sun mask, staring at them with her eyes exposed. She frowned as she saw the few baskets of apples on the ground, “This is all you picked all morning?” All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Just as Nicolas was about to speak, Trisha said, “We wanted to pick faster, but your kick last night hurt his back so bad, he could barely stand up just now.” Saying this, she sneakily poked Nicolas in the lower back, causing him to feel a tingling sensation that almost made him kneel on the ground.

*Just from that one kick? Such a big man can’t take it?”

Nicolas fell silent again.

Trisha, not wanting to work, blurted out, “Other parents spoil their kids. Unlike you, you raised your daughter like a boy and treated a boy like a beast.”

“Then stop picking.”

Just as Trisha thought she had cleverly avoided work, her mom said, “Go over there and help load the trucks. That doesn’t require bending over.”

Trisha was speechless.

So the two of them were shooed off to the loading area.

This place was teeming with fruit farmers. The women were in charge of sorting, the men were packing, and right next to them, a printer was spitting out orders non–stop. Once packed, the orders

were slapped onto the boxes and were ready to be shipped off These were some seriously straight– from–the–source and big–ass apples!

It seemed like all the farmers here knew Trisha. As soon as she arrived, they all warmly greeted her, “Trisha, when did you get back?

“Your grandma told us you brought a boyfriend home. Is this the guy?