Zhuang Xuejun lightly pressed her lips, somewhat worried, "Is there something wrong with the grapes?"
"No, just a bit sour." Third Chicken said with a half-smile.
Xia Weibao touched her nose, "This is a new foreign variety, specifically for treating morning sickness. Back when my morning sickness was severe, and I didn't like applesauce, Lu Hualiang searched for a long time before finding this variety of grapes.
We airfreighted some back every day. When I was vomiting badly before, I really liked eating them. Now that it's not as bad, they taste very sour.
Everyone finds them too sour to eat, but I didn't expect you to enjoy them so much."
The grapes in Zhuang Xuejun's hand fell onto the table. She became a bit flustered, pulling at the corners of her lips, and reached for the purple grapes Third Chicken was eating.
"Really? I think they're all about the same. Maybe my appetite's been off these days, so I didn't notice the sourness."
