The white rose I picked up cried and said she liked me.

(Note: The following events take place in a parallel world and are unrelated to the main text. Please do not make unfounded connections. If you are not interested, you can skip this part; it will not affect your reading of the following content.)

"Fine wine in a luminous cup, I long to drink, but the pipa urges me on."

"Do not laugh at me, drunk and lying on the battlefield; how many have returned from ancient battles?"

"Dear viewers, wine has been a poetic beverage in my country since ancient times."

"It came from the camel bells of the ancient Western Regions, and its thousand-year splendor is reflected in the luminous cup."

"It uses grapes as its medium and time as its brewing agent, gathering the essence of heaven and earth and the fragrance of years, and in the process of fermentation and aging, it develops a unique mellowness and fragrance."

"It is an elegant embellishment at a banquet, a warm witness to a reunion, the heroic spirit in frontier poems, and a gentle comfort in ordinary days."

"A fine wine embodies terroir, craftsmanship, and culture; it is the taste that we savor, and the wisdom that we gain from life."

"This is wine."

"It remains as mellow and captivating as ever, even after a thousand years."

Outside a winery called "Grape Light," two heads, one large and one small, listened to the introduction playing on the television and gazed at the fine wines in the glass window with curious expressions.

"Little Stream, you said..."

"Don't tell!"

The girl pouted and pointed her pink little finger at the tip of the boy's nose.

"You are not allowed to drink alcohol! Not even a drop!"

His thoughts were exposed, and the boy scratched his head and smiled shyly.

"No, no... I was just thinking about it..."

"Even thinking about it isn't an option!"

The girl hummed softly, took the boy's hand in her small hand, and walked away from the winery.

"Please wait a moment, gentlemen."

Seeing the two leave, the winery owner quickly opened the shop door and came out with a smile.

"Sorry, we're just browsing, we don't plan to buy any alcohol."

Before the boss could speak, the girl stood in front of the boy and refused with a serious expression.

"No, no, little beauty, you've misunderstood me."

The owner smiled憨厚ly: "It's like this, all the wines in our winery are made by ourselves. It's currently grape harvest season, and we need some help. I wonder if you two could lend a hand? The pay is negotiable."

The girl was stunned when she heard this.

"Is there anything we can do to help?"

You should know that brewing wine is a technical skill.

She and the boy have not received similar training, so how can they do this kind of work?

The boss chuckled and glanced at the girl's black stockings tucked into her thigh-high boots.

The girl was startled and quickly took two steps back.

"I'm sorry, you'd better look for someone else."

The boy frowned, stepped forward, and shielded the girl behind him.

"No, no, you two have misunderstood me."

The boss quickly waved his hand and explained.

"Our winery's wines are made entirely by hand, which inevitably involves the process of treading the grapes with our feet."

This step requires someone to step barefoot on the grapes and squeeze out the juice.

We always choose young girls to do the grape-stomping work.

On the one hand, girls are more detail-oriented; on the other hand, grapes picked by young girls are more likely to be favored by customers.

The boy glared at him suspiciously, as if to say, "Stop lying."

Helpless, the boss had no choice but to take out his phone and play a video in front of the two of them.

The video shows a grand vineyard where several young girls are barefoot, stomping and jumping in a wooden basin filled with grapes, with some purple juice occasionally seeping out.

"Now, do you believe me?"

The boss put his phone away and looked sincerely at the two of them.

"This year's grape harvest is plentiful, but there are very few girls treading on the grapes."

If you two are willing to help, I can pay you 800 yuan a day.

800 yuan a day?

Both the girl and the boy were taken aback upon hearing this.

It's important to understand that their family's financial situation was quite ordinary; the boy had to deliver food to support the girl's education.

800 yuan is his income for three to four days.

"Of course, this 800 yuan is just the income the girl earns from stomping grapes."

The boss glanced at the boy and said, "You can also come and work here as an assistant, doing some manual labor. I can pay you 200 yuan a day."

Now the two of them were truly smitten.

The boy and girl exchanged a glance, both seeing expectation in each other's eyes.

Eight hundred yuan can buy my sister a beautiful new outfit and replace her torn schoolbag with a new one.

I could also buy her a thermos so she can have a sip of warm water in the cold winter.

That's what the boy thought.

Eight hundred yuan... would allow my brother to rest at home for a few days and avoid having to travel on dangerous roads.

Look at his hands; they've been cracked all over by the wind.

The girl took his hand, her face full of heartache.

With this 800 yuan, I'm going to buy my brother a pair of thick gloves.

"Okay, let's do it."

Following the owner, the two arrived at a magnificent vineyard. Large, plump, and juicy grapes hung on the vines, and a gentle breeze filled the air with a sweet fragrance.

"Uncle, I have a question."

The girl looked at the boss who was leading the way.

"Since there's such a shortage of people to stomp grapes, why not hire more people to help? It's not like only young girls can stomp grapes."

The boss touched the back of his bald head.

"Actually, only grapes stomped by young girls will produce wine with a subtle, refreshing aroma. Grapes stomped by older women will produce a soy sauce-flavored wine, while grapes stomped by older men will produce Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor)."

The girl burst out laughing.

That's quite an interesting analogy.

"We've arrived. You can work here now."

The boss led them to a awning.

There are several basins here; one basin is filled with clean water, while the others are filled with fresh grapes.

"Okay, so how do we need to work?"

"It's actually very simple. I have an instruction manual here. Just follow the instructions."

The boss left an instruction manual and then hurriedly left.

I suppose there are still other customers waiting for him to handle in the store.

The boy opened the instruction manual and looked at it.

"Brother, how's it going? What's the first step we need to take?"

The girl excitedly shook her silver twin tails behind her head, her eyes brimming with undisguised anticipation.

"The first step, of course, is to wash your feet."

The boy smiled and pointed to the wooden basin filled with clear water.

"Oh, okay, that makes sense."

The girl muttered something under her breath, sat on the small stool by the wooden tub, and took off her boots like him, revealing a pair of soft, delicate feet covered in black stockings, which were then raised in the air.

Seeing that she didn't move, the boy reminded her, "Take off your stockings. Do you want to step on the grapes while wearing them?"

A blush rose to the girl's ears. She gently lifted her foot, looked in the boy's direction, and curled her toes: "Waaah, brother, I want you to help me take my clothes off."

The boy instinctively wanted to refuse, but seeing her coquettish manner, the words that were on the tip of his tongue remained unspoken.

His younger sister's coquettishness was an absolute killer move for him.

So he sighed helplessly, squatted down at the girl's feet, touched her fair calves with his palm, and gently took off her stockings.

Two delicate, lotus-root-like feet swayed gently in the air, exuding the unique fragrance of a young girl.

"It stinks! It stinks!"

The boy covered his nose, fanned it gently, and made a disgusted face.

Seeing this, the girl's already flushed cheeks blushed even more shyly.

"How could that be? Brother, you're lying. My feet don't smell at all, they smell wonderful, wonderful!"

She stretched out her foot and rubbed it against the boy's cheek.

A gentle breeze, carrying the joy of harvest and the fragrance of a young girl, stirred the boy's heart.

"Good, good, good, it smells wonderful. My little stream smells the best in the world."

He held the girl's small feet and placed them in a basin of clean water.

"However, no matter how fragrant they are, you still need to wash them clean before you step on the grapes."

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say, brother."

The girl smiled sweetly, revealing pretty dimples on both sides of her cheeks.

The boy held the girl's small feet tightly in his hands and gently rubbed them.

They are so exquisite, like porcelain dolls in a convenience store, flawless, radiating an alluring glow, and utterly endearing.

The boy's fingertips slowly rubbed between each of the girl's toes.

"Oh, brother, it itches a little."

The girl gave a coquettish laugh, her cute toes twitching slightly.

Seeing this, the boy's eyes darted around, and he gave a mischievous smile.

He stretched out his finger and gently tickled the sole of the girl's foot.

"Oh, brother, you're so naughty!"

The girl angrily broke free from the boy's hand and kicked his face wildly with her pink little feet.

Hahahahaha.

The boy laughed and dodged, but then seized the opportunity to grab the girl's little feet and tickle the soles of her feet.

After a passionate encounter, the two stopped their playful fighting.

The girl sat on a small stool, carefully studying the steps for stomping grapes in the instruction manual.

The boy washed his hands and carried the wooden basin full of grapes to the girl's feet.

Sunlight streamed into the fragrant wooden basin, where bunches of translucent purple grapes formed soft little mountains.

The girl was barefoot, her skirt draped gently over the edge of the pile of grapes.

She first stretched out her pink toes and gently probed them before slowly stepping into the cool fruit flesh.

She stomped very slowly, moving in small steps, gently pressing in circles, so that each grape could be fully squeezed.

Her movements were very gentle, with just the right amount of force, enough to break the skin of the fresh grapes and let out a few drops of juice, without crushing the seeds.

This step must be taken with utmost care, with the utmost caution.

Because if the grape seeds are crushed, the squeezed grape juice will become bitter, which is something she doesn't want to see.

Before long, her pink little feet were covered with purple juice that smelled of fruit.

The girl smiled gently, occasionally brushing aside a strand of hair with her fingertips; her smile was quiet and tender.

Light-bodied and fragrant, she sweats little, and her jade-like feet leap with joy.

The fruit pulp underfoot was gently crushed, the juice flowed slowly, and the air was filled with a sweet fruity aroma, even the wind became soft.

There was no noise, only the soft sound of footsteps, the sound of juice flowing, and the tenderness in the girl's eyes.

About half an hour later, a large amount of juice flowed out of the grapes in the basin, emitting an enticing fruity aroma.

The girl squatted down, gently scooped up some grape juice with her small hands, and took a small sip with her soft, sweet tongue.

The fresh grape juice, mingled with the fragrance of heather flowers, tantalizes the young girl's taste buds. It has no bitterness whatsoever; it's simply a delicacy.

The girl was overjoyed. She opened her small mouth and drank the grape juice in her hand.

After finishing the drink, he felt it wasn't enough, so he scooped some more from the basin and drank it in large gulps.

"Okay, stop sneaking a drink. If the boss sees us, he'll scold us."

The boy, both amused and exasperated, ruffled the little foodie's silvery-white hair.

"Hehe, it's okay." The girl smiled and glanced at the grape basin waiting to be stepped on.

"There's still so much left, it won't hurt to sneak a little."