Chapter 805: Taking Photos

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“Yes, Hubby, you took very good photos, but don’t take them for me anymore,” Sharon said with a smile.

Hazel walked over. “Let me see what Wallace took.”

After Hazel saw it, she laughed and teased, “It’s even worse than my husband’s.”

“Indeed, we can’t rely on you men to take photos,” Hazel lampooned.

“Sigh, you girls have high standards and expectations. The photos look so natural.” Zahn was quite satisfied with his photography skills.

“You call that ugly photo natural?” Hazel smiled as she hit Zahn’s head with her bag. “Sharon, carry that lamb. I’ll take a photo for you.” Hazel raised her camera and looked very professional.

Sharon stroked the lamb’s head. The lamb was surprisingly cooperative and obediently let Sharon stroke it.

This lamb was extremely obedient. After Hazel took a photo of Sharon, it was still unwilling to leave.

The shepherd walked over and chased the Iamb away.

“What do you think?” Hazel showed Sharon the camera.

“Sister Hazel, your skills are too good.”

“You’re just too beautiful.”

Georg said to Xylia, “Honey, stand beside the flock of sheep. I’ll take a photo for you.”

“I don’t want to take photos.” Xylia felt that her youth was gone, and she slowly started disliking taking photos. She even hated looking in the mirror more and more. She hated her aged self in the mirror.

“Honey, you will always be the most beautiful in my heart. You will always be the goddess in my heart,” Georg said sincerely.

All these years, Xylia had sacrificed a lot for him and his son. Whenever he returned home, his wife would always be at home. To him, his wife was home and a safe haven. However, his wife was no longer young and confident. He had to take good care of her.

Xylia was so touched that her eyes turned red. Georg always knew how to address her sensitivity and vulnerability. She suddenly felt that everything she did for this man was worth it.

The angle of the photos that Georg had taken for her was just right, highlighting her most beautiful angle.

Hazel came over and flipped through the photos taken by Georg. She said enviously, “Hubby, can you learn from Brother Georg? I don’t have high expectations of you. You don’t have to make me look 1.8 meters tall like how Brother Georg did. Just don’t make me look like I’m 1.5 meters.”

They all laughed.

“I’ll go back and study more. I’ll take good photos of you in the future,” Wallace said to Sharon.

The next experience was riding a horse. When they arrived at the racecourse, the coach was a tall man from the grassland. He was dressed in authentic Mongolian clothes and riding boots.

Under the coach’s guidance, the male guests got on their horses without much effort. After the coach taught them separately, they slowly entered a good state and could slowly ride on their own.

“Who wants to try first?” The coach chose a few tame horses for the girls.

“Let me try first.” Sharon had always wanted to try riding a horse, and she finally had a chance this time.

Sharon was wearing the equestrian helmet provided by the racecourse staff, a vest, and gloves. She watched seriously as the coach demonstrated the correct riding action.

Wallace jumped down from another horse and walked beside Sharon’s horse. He held Sharon’s hand and helped her get on the horse under the coach’s guidance.

“Come on, don’t be afraid. The horse I chose for you is the most docile horse in our racecourse.” The coach was afraid that she would be nervous, so he comforted her.

Sharon wanted to say that she wasn’t afraid, but when she felt Wallace holding her hand tightly, she still didn’t say anything. This feeling of being loved and protected was quite good.

The horse the coach had chosen for Sharon was maroon and looked very docile. Under the coach’s guidance, Sharon wasn’t very flustered when she got on the horse for the first time. She looked very valiant. This feeling was very novel to Sharon.

“Very good, very good! Keep your eyes forward,” the coach instructed. “Has your wife learned how to ride a horse before?” the coach asked Wallace.

“I’ve never ridden it before,” Sharon replied for Wallace.

“Then you’re quite good. You learn things quickly and are very smart. You ride better than many men.” The coach had taught too many tourists and met all kinds of tourists, but Sharon was definitely one of the few who learned especially well..