I relented, choosing not to dwell on these matters further.
Emma's soft little hand held mine as she blinked up at me. "Lucas made pheasant and mushroom soup at home. He wants you to join us. People from the village also invited you to visit tomorrow."
Holding Emma, I was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
The villagers here were warm and genuine.
After all, the former owner had planned to close the tea plantation. Its closure would have made supporting their families difficult for everyone. Fortunately, I took over.
The tea here was grown organically without pesticides, carefully hand-picked, and processed using unique methods. The only drawback was the inconvenient transportation, which meant missing the chance to gain fame. I took over not purely out of charity.
Following Emma hom
