In a certain sense, Xie Qingci is a person who does what he says.
He said he wanted to eat fruit, so he went out and bought a box of it, all sorts. Yu Xia suspected he had bought a little bit of every type available in the supermarket.
After bringing the fruit back, he stayed on the sofa and wanted her to feed him.
Yu Xia sat nearby, ignoring him, and picked some fruits she liked to eat and went to the kitchen to wash them clean.
This season offers a wide variety of naturally grown fruits, plus the ones produced in greenhouses, there must be over a dozen types.
She picked a cherry to eat, a tiny red one so tender that it would burst with a touch. The loquat with a five-star shine looked sweet, along with strawberries, yellow peaches, and sugar-heart apples. Besides these, he bought the most grapes and their relatives.
Things like lady finger grapes, green grapes, black grapes, milk grapes, sunshine muscat, and several other boxes.
