Since the day he was born, Christopher has been raised in wealth and pampering. That's why he always wants the best of everything and turns up his nose when it's not what he wants.

But today is not his lucky day.

His father, tired of his spoiled and lackadaisical attitude, brings him to the village where he grew up, to the farm where his grandmother lives.

Chris, whose face has been all over the place since they entered this village, which is very close to the seaside, gets out of the car and looks at his grandmother's farm with grimace. Then he turns to his father.

"Are you really going to let me stay in this dump? I'm your only heir, dad, I suggest you think again."

His father sighs in exasperation, and walks into Grandma Bang's farm without paying attention to what he says.

"Get your stuff and follow me, don't talk too much."

Chris rolls his eyes at his father, takes the suitcase and backpack from the trunk and follows him.

Chris has no interest in this farmyard that someone else would envy, because he didn't choose to be here, and he'll have to live here for a while thanks to his father's threats to take all his credit cards and sell his car.

Grandma Bang, who came out of the farmhouse to check the vegetables in her garden, smiles at the genie when she sees her son.

"Jack, what a surprise."

Chris's father also smiles widely and hugs his old mother tightly.

"Hello mom, I'm sorry I can't visit you often."

Grandma Bang grumbles a little but pats her son on the shoulder.

"You rascal, you forget your old mother so easily."

Her smile widens when he sees his grandson Chris behind Jack, who is restlessly moving to leave at any moment.

"Christopher, my little peach..."

Although he wants to scream when he hears her grandmother's unchanging address of 'peach' over the years, he forces a smile and opens his arms to her.

"Hello grandma, you're getting older every year, huh?"