"I... I used to disturb beehives often when I lived in the countryside. Nothing serious ever happened, just got stung a few times, and it hurt for a few days and nights."
Bradley raised an eyebrow, affectionately pinching her cheek, then proceeded to lift the dark beehive.
"Let's head back home and enjoy honey-glazed eggplant."
He held the beehive in one hand and guiding her with the other.
Observing the mountains and the dense bamboo forests surrounding them, Freya speculated that there might be numerous bamboo shoots.
She tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Honey, I'd like to go up the mountain."
"What are you doing up the mountain?"
"I want to dig bamboo shoots; I crave them," she replied, lips pursed, concerned he might object.
After all, he had just encountered bees, and now
