My master was willing to pay for his education, but he didn't want to go to school. He wasn't even willing to work anywhere outside the yard.

Instead, he stayed here with my master every day to guard it, especially with master going out every now and then. Wolfberry is gentle and kind. If you ever treat him nicely, he would be deeply touched. And he has a good temper as well. I often gave him gifts before, so he sees me as his own brother! But he doesn't talk much. He is a thinker."

“Why do you call him Wolfberry?" She suspected that Sheffield had given the boy that name as a joke.

“He has a name, but he likes eating Chinese wolfberries a lot. I call him Wolfberry every time I see him eating them." Vernon used to call

Wolfberry by his name, but in time, Sheffield rubbed off on him, and he also started calling the boy Wolfberry too.

“Like eating Chinese wolfberries? It's really a special hobby.‘

They had a rich Lunch. Vernon cooked many Sichuan dishes. He had asked

Sheffield about Evelyn's taste before cooking.

She liked to eat spicy food, so Vernon used pepper in every dish.

He had prepared six dishes for the four of them. Just as Sheffield and

Evelyn entered the room, a fragrance rich with an aroma filled their noses.

The boy apprentice had wanted to take his bowl to the backyard, squatting down and eating alone there, but Sheffield gripped his clothes and stopped him.

“Where are you going? Sit down. There are no outsiders here."

The boy stole a glance at Evelyn timidly and then looked away.

"I have food in my bowl. I can eat in the backyard," he said to Sheffield

Evelyn sensed how fidgety the boy was around her. She touched her own face and asked, "Am I scary?" He seemed afraid of her

The boy shook his head at once and his face turned red with anxiety.

“No, no, you're pretty..."

Evelyn was amused.

“Then stay here and eat." To show her sincerity, she picked up a drumstick for him.

The boy jerked up when he saw a hand placing food in his bowl. He raised his frightened eyes and bowed at Evelyn.

“Thank you very much..." He Lowered his head to eat silently.

“He can pick up food himself," Sheffield complained jealously, rolling his eyes at the boy. ‘My wife should only be nice to me.'

Jealousy filled the air. Evelyn picked up some vegetables and placed them in his bowl.

"Here. Eat." 'He is such a big baby!