The same luck when I made dairy products didn't come to me this time.
I should have known this failure could happen because I know nothing about the compost, but I just held a fluke mind and hoped the success might happen by chance. The smelly area near the farm is now teaching me a lesson: don't be lazy and leave everything to nature and time when it comes to farm life.
"LuLu... Can I... can I dig a deeper hole and bury these stink leaves... This smell is too much for us, I think I am going to pass out if I keep staying around here."
Kruger asked me with a bitter face while covering his nose with his hand, seeing me standing close to the plant compost site, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to stand next to him, and then held me in his arms, bent down his head and put his nose on the nape of my neck, taking a deep inhale:
