Old Mr. Gardiner sighed silently in his heart, then smiled, "Let's eat, let's eat."
"The weather's nice today; we're thinking of going fishing later. Want to join us?" Luke Gardiner asked her.
"Sure." Florence Fuller kept eating seriously without lifting her head, "Grandpa, you fish, I'll learn from you by your side."
Old Mr. Gardiner nodded, "Okay."
Old Mr. Gardiner had rented this farm. Here, the trees were lush, and the fruits and vegetables were naturally grown. The air was fresh, away from the hustle and fast pace of the city, making it comfortable and self-satisfying.
Florence Fuller accompanied the old man fishing for an hour before she got restless. Knowing various fruits and vegetables were grown here, she thought for a bit and said to the old man, "Grandpa, I'm going to check out the orchard."
Old Mr. Gardiner nodded, "Go ahead, maybe Luke could go with you."
Florence Fuller declined, "Let him fish with you, otherwise you'll be bored alone. I'm going now."
"Go on."
