HLM -Chapter 1245 Autumn Fruits Fragrance

Taking advantage of the crisp autumn weather, the little students from ACG Elementary arrived at the White Cherry Orchard in groups, accompanied by their teachers.

Wang Bo looked at the endless lines of children and broke out in a cold sweat. Damn, is this a field trip? Or are we here to clean the white cherries?

The children were polite. As they queued up at the entrance and walked in, they all greeted Wang Bo: “Thank you, Uncle Mayor, for inviting us.” “The Mayor is a kind uncle.” “Mayor, I love you so much!”

Wang Bo forced a smile and waved: “Have fun, everyone. Uncle Mayor loves you too.”

Dale beside him tilted her face up and said, “Brother-in-law, your smile doesn’t seem very genuine. Are you a little unhappy?”

Wang Bo gave a bitter laugh: “Unhappy? No, I’m just worried there won’t be enough white cherries for all of you.”

Dale replied, “There will definitely be enough to eat. I’m just worried they might take some home. If that happens, there probably won’t be any left in the orchard.”

Wang Bo’s eyes widened: “What? Your classmates are planning to take them home? Why don’t they just chop down a couple of cherry trees while they’re at it?”

Dale stuck out her tongue at him: “You’re so stingy, Brother-in-law.”

Wang Bo stuck his tongue out in return. Stingy? Are you kidding me? These white cherries are expensive—selling for four or five hundred yuan per kilogram is perfectly reasonable.

Originally, he had only planned to invite the two children who had been hurt by Dale to come play, but she said that wasn’t right, because many classmates knew about what had happened.

So Wang Bo changed his mind and extended the invitation to her entire class.

When Eva heard this, she shook her head, saying it would be better to invite students from AOG Elementary as well, coinciding with the white cherry harvest, essentially turning it into a children’s party. After all, the parents of these kids were all town residents, so this would help Wang Bo’s popularity as mayor.

Wang Bo thought this made sense. Money didn’t matter much to him now, but boosting his popularity among the townsfolk with white cherries was a worthwhile trade-off.

He just didn’t expect that there were so many children in elementary school now. He remembered maybe a hundred or so, but now it seemed like at least double that!

So many children, so many families in town! Watching the orchard filled with kids, Wang Bo felt a surge of emotion.

The elementary students didn’t understand the value of white cherries. They weren’t savoring their sweetness—they just grabbed them and popped them straight into their mouths like pigs eating ginseng fruit.

While eating, they found a game: spitting cherry pits at each other.

At first, it was Dale who started it. Pouting her pink little lips, she approached Wang Bo. He waved her off with disdain: “What’s with the cute act? Open your mouth—are you planning to hang an umbrella with that pout?”

She had meant to joke with him, but after hearing that, she was displeased. Opening her mouth, she spat a cherry pit, which hit Wang Bo on the forehead. It didn’t hurt, but it startled him.

Seeing she had hit him, Dale giggled excitedly: “Brother-in-law, you were scared! I saw you just shiver a bit.”

Wang Bo was both angry and embarrassed: “I thought you were spitting at me! Who wouldn’t be scared? Come back here, young lady! Who taught you to spit at people? Didn’t your teacher ever tell you that’s very rude?”

Dale laughed and ran off, weaving through the crowd like a butterfly among flowers.

She probably realized that her behavior was impolite and could get her in trouble with her teacher and sister. After thinking for a moment, she encouraged a group of students to play along with her.

Now the orchard was full of children running everywhere and cherry pits flying through the air. Zhuang Ding got hit on the nose by a stray pit, and he was furious, barking loudly.

Despite his imposing presence, the children were intimidated when he showed his anger.

But there was one nemesis here: Dale. She ran up, pinched his ear, and tapped his head.

Zhuang Ding had been teased by her when he was younger. Now grown, he was still powerless against her antics. After being warned a couple of times, he obediently moved aside to cool off.

The Fat Cat brothers weren’t strictly carnivorous—they could eat some plants. White cherries, the king of fruits, attracted all plant-eating animals and birds. After tasting them, the Fat Cats became very interested.

Despite their short legs, climbing cherry trees was easy for them.

But whenever they tried, Wang Bo would grab them down.

The Raccoon Cat had grown too big, and with the Fat Cats’ extra weight, if they climbed a cherry tree, their bear-like temper would surely wreak havoc on the tree.

With the children already causing trouble, Wang Bo felt distressed. Adding the Fat Cats on top of that would mean no harvest this year.

Unable to climb, the Fat Cats turned their attention to three flying companions.

Little Meng had no interest in white cherries. He flapped her wings and landed on a cherry tree, occasionally stretching his wings to show off his hawk-like majesty, otherwise dozing.

The Commander and Political Commissar enjoyed berries, and white cherries were one of their favorite treats. They flew among the cherry trees, eating here and there like monkeys in a peach orchard, relishing every bite.

The Fat Cats were envious. Their little eyes rolled as they chased the Commander.

They targeted the Commander because they dared to bully him, while the Political Commissar had Little Meng as a companion, so they didn’t dare provoke her.

The Commander, clever as ever, immediately guessed their intent. He landed on a tree branch and looked down at them: “Ah, want fruit? Want some fruit?”

The Fat Cats licked their lips to show their eagerness.

In the past, the Commander might have teased them, never giving them a cherry.

But after Little Meng’s lesson, he had learned the value of uniting with potential allies. He happily picked cherries for the Fat Cats, seeing it as an opportunity to gain their friendship.

However, that meant he couldn’t eat the cherries himself. The Fat Cats had big mouths, and his picking speed couldn’t keep up with their eating speed.

Not being a natural leader, the Commander soon got tired and stopped worrying about the Fat Cats, focusing on eating himself.

The white cherries were delicious. As he ate, he wagged his tail happily, ignoring the impatient cries of the Fat Cats below, completely absorbed in his own joy.