"I had no idea you had a knack for pissing off roosters," Aunt Sabby quipped, grinning at Hera’s disheveled appearance.


    "You seem to be having a grand time, Aunt Sabby," Hera remarked, feeling a bit dejected.


    After their yful banter, Aunt Sabby guided Hera back to her house, where they securely stowed Hera’s items in her backpack. With Aunt Sabby’s assistance, Hera also obtained the pot she needed from Aunt Sabby’s house. Hera expressed her gratitude profusely before heading to the field to continue her scavenger hunt.


    Familiar with theyout of the field and eager to save time, Hera opted for a shortcut directly from the field to the spot where people usually took their breaks, where Grandpa was often found.


    However, she was vignt to avoid identally trampling the crops. This careful attention paid unexpected rewards when she noticed another Easter egg nestled beside the crops. Its vibrant shell immediately caught her eye, prompting her to pick it up with a wide smile.


    The crew went to great lengths to conceal the Easter eggs in the vige’s most obscure and unexpected locations. Had Hera not inadvertently knocked the nk on the road, she might never have discovered the hidden egg beneath it. Simrly, had she not opted for the shortcut, this particr egg would have remained undiscovered. Feeling fortunate and ted by her finds, she swiftly stashed it in her bag before resuming her journey.


    Spotting the familiar figure of the elderly man seated beneath the tree by the field, Hera eagerly called out, "Grandpa!" while vigorously waving her hands to catch his attention.


    Sipping water from his tumbler, the old man slowly lifted his gaze, offering no immediate reply to Hera’s greeting. Yet, a gentle smile curved his lips, hinting at a silent acknowledgment of her presence.


    "Child, what took you so long to get here? Don’t tell me you haven’t finished much from your list?" the old man inquired as Hera approached.


    "Grandpa, don’t you know how hardworking I am?" Hera replied yfully, her grin widening as she drew nearer to the old man. Observing her carefree demeanor, the old man sensed her sess and nodded in acknowledgment before rising to his feet.


    "Then, what do you need from the field?" the old man said, adopting a business-like tone, his demeanor shifting slightly. However, this was merely a fa?ade for the cameras to capture his role, ensuring fairness and impartiality. In reality, he continued to disy favor towards Hera, much like a doting grandfather.


    "Grandpa, I’ll need to exchange 5 carrots and 1 cabbage from your field," Hera said, halting in front of the old man, her expression echoing his own.


    Perplexed by her request, he echoed, "Exchange?"


    "Yes, Grandpa. I’m here to trade," she rified, presenting herrgest catch to him. "See, Grandpa? I caught this fish by the river, and I even managed to reel in the biggest one and I’m giving it to you."


    [Xoxo: Pfft! Didn’t she say the same thing to the man in the sheep pen? ’I will give you the biggest fish...’ This cunning girl (????)]


    [AuntieNextDoor: Aren’t my little sister Hera the cutest? (?>?<)]


    [NorthernDuke: As expected of my wife ?(? ?~? ?°?)?(???o)?]


    [GoldenLight: For the nth time, she’s not your wife. But she’s really smart...


    ( ノ^o^)ノ]


    [FatherOfCaduceus: I agree that she’s smart and beautiful.]


    [EntertainmentKing: +1]


    [Dave_Carson: Hehehe (???)???]


    [EntertainmentKing: @Dave_Carson, stop being creepy.]


    [Dave_Carson: ...]


    Delighted that Hera had reserved thergest catch for him, the old man’s face softened into a smile as he swiftly consented to the trade. He began to stride towards the field, but Hera trailed behind him, prompting him to nce back with a gruff tone, "Why are you following me?"


    "To pull the carrots and get the cabbage?" she replied, uncertain.


    "This is an exchange. It means this isn’t your task to do. I’ll fetch the items myself," he exined before turning on his heel and heading to the field, leaving Hera standing beneath the tree.


    As the old man had instructed, Hera stayed put, a smile lighting up her face as her eyes sparkled with anticipation. Soon enough, the old man returned, his armsden with carrots and a cabbage nearly asrge as Hera’s head. It seemed he had carefully selected thergest vegetables from his field to give to Hera.


    After carefully arranging the items in her backpack, Hera ensured that the eggs were ced on top to prevent any idental breakage. Satisfied with her organization, she then proudly presented her biggest catch to the old man, who responded with a contented smile.


    Gratefully epting the fish, the old man rubbed his chin in contemtion before eximing, "Not bad!" With a cheerfulugh, he walked away, clutching the fish tightly. Observing his satisfaction, Hera couldn’t help butugh herself. The old man’s demeanor reminded her of her own grandfather in some peculiar way.