The first morning of that forced vacation began with the smell of wet soil and a pair of rubber boots placed in front of Leonardo's feet. Albert Kingsley was already standing on the porch in his usual flannel shirt, staring at his son-in-law while donning a thin smile.
"Come on, Leo. Follow Father around. They said you wanted to learn to help," Albert invited casually.
Like it or not, Leo wore those boots. He had to pack his pride and arrogance as an international actor tightly inside his pants pocket. He stepped following Albert, mentally prepared to face the farming environment which in his imagination must be dirty and smelly.
However, as soon as they took steps into the dairy cow farming area, Leo's eyes instantly widened.
That place was not like his expectation at all. The farming
