Gara watched the three young men move the Autumn Apple seedlings from the clay pots to the side yard.
He was, in fact, also a man, but even before he became pregnant, Fian and Madha wouldn't let him do heavy work.
They always thought he was a fragile man, even though they knew they would have trouble winning a fight against him. Regardless, Gara was happy with the arrangement.
Crouching in front of one of the newly planted seedlings in the side yard, Gara saw no difference between this rare apple and an ordinary one.
"Will the difference only show in the fruit?" he murmured, wondering.
It didn't take long before the three young men finished their job.
"Let's go eat lunch," Gara shouted at them.
The lunch Wina had prepared was sumptuous. Everyone felt full and satisfied.
Even Gara felt a little sleepy. But the work needed to be done. He personally prepared niskara tea for them. They drank it fast, without the slightest complaint.
