Chapter 117: Are you trying to make me eat something sour to death?

Well!

All the children jumped up happily, Xiao Shitou and Shi Jin among them, after all they had never done such a thing.

What's never lacking here are baskets, bamboo baskets, and carrying bags.

Na Lan Ruo Lan gave each child a basket; as for them, each person got one basket and one carrying bag.

Entering the orchard.

Na Lan Ruo Lan said to Qiao Sheng walking behind her: "Qiao girl, look at what you like, pick what you like! If you can't finish it, take it home to eat."

Hmm.

Qiao Sheng nodded.

Shi Jin was the fastest at climbing trees; in a short while he climbed up a jujube tree, and not only that, he climbed to the very top.

Na Lan Ruo Lan, worried something might go wrong, had Shi Qi keep an eye on Shi Jin and the others.

Xiao Shitou, who hadn't climbed a tree yet, was now looking around.

Qiao Sheng looked at the approaching child and asked: "Xiao Shitou, what are you looking at? Don't know what to pick?"

"Mom, they all bear fruit well."

Xiao Shitou spoke up.

Upon hearing that,

Qiao Sheng chuckled and said in a moderate tone: "One look at these fruit trees tells you they've been well tended; how could they not bear good fruit?"

Before Xiao Shitou could say anything,

Qiao Sheng then said: "When you pick later, be careful not to hurt the trees."

Hmm!

Xiao Shitou answered and asked Qiao Sheng: "Mom, which of these fruits do you like to eat the most?"

Her own precious son wouldn't be intending to pick them for her, would he?

Qiao Sheng came to and said: "Mom likes them all, since I like eating all kinds of fruit. How about this: we'll each pick some, and when we get home Mom will make you honey yuzu tea, canned oranges, and jujube cake to eat."

Good!

Xiao Shitou slung his basket over his shoulder and headed toward a jujube tree.

He went to pick jujubes, so Qiao Sheng didn't go for jujubes; she walked over to an orange tree, tasted it—it was okay—and then climbed up and started picking.

Na Lan Ruo Lan also wanted to climb a tree, but Feng Qingyang stopped her: "Whatever you want to eat, I'll pick it for you; climb whatever tree you want, go ahead. Aren't you afraid of falling?"

"Are you saying I'm old and useless?"

Na Lan Ruo Lan glared at Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang, somewhat amused and exasperated, said: "Wife, am I older than you? If I were to dislike anyone, it would be myself; how could I possibly despise you?"

Before Na Lan Ruo Lan could speak,

Feng Qingyang peeled an orange, split it open, and fed a segment to Na Lan Ruo Lan.

Na Lan Ruo Lan's eyes narrowed instantly.

"Feng Qingyang, are you trying to make me eat something sour to death?"

Feng Qingyang: "……"

How would he know whether this orange is sour or not?

It's so yellow, how can it be sour?

Feng Qingyang picked up a segment and ate it; he too was puckered by the sourness: "Honey, honey, don't be angry—I really didn't know this orange looks mild but tastes so sour."

"Idiot!"

Na Lan Ruo Lan laughed.

Feng Qingyang took the opportunity to hold her hand: "As long as you're happy, I'm fine."

Qiao Sheng: "……"

Had I known she'd walk so far, this dog food would be a bit too filling.

Na Lan Ruo Lan hadn't noticed Qiao Sheng watching her; after she and Feng Qingyang had been lovey-dovey for a while, they saw Shi Qi fly over to fetch a child. She had originally wanted Shi Qi to help Qiao Sheng pick fruit, but instead this happened all of a sudden.

Now she didn't dare to shout.

Although Feng Qingyang also knows martial arts, his age is ultimately advanced; even though his lightness skill is not bad, his reactions are ultimately not as agile as Shi Qi's.

All the baskets and carrying bags were filled, but the cooks preparing the meal hadn't finished the food yet.

Qiao Sheng then took out the braised chicken claws she had made and shared them with everyone; not knowing whether Feng Qingyang and the others could chew the chicken claws, she likewise gave them some.

(End of chapter)