The group of guests had been cutting grass for half a day, but they didn't make much progress. They took breaks every so often, rubbing their waists and backs as if experiencing aches and pains.
Ernie Daniel's face became darker and darker, as if it could drip with ink. His brows were furrowed, and his entire body exuded an unpleasant aura.
Noticing this atmosphere, Cypress Sinclair standing nearby tried his best to diminish his presence, fearing that he might unwittingly provoke the raging lion.
Ernie snapped irritably, "Are you all going to keep dilly-dallying, or do you actually know how to cut grass?"
He strode over to Alison Thomson, snatching the scythe in her hands and holding it up. Bending down, Ernie demonstrated the proper technique for cutting grass.
With one hand tightly grasping the weeds and the other holding the scythe, he exerted a little force to cut the grass quickly.
