Ling Ruonan gestured to Luo Ziling and then answered the phone.
Luo Ziling didn't lean in to eavesdrop but sat to the side eating fruit.
Ling Ruonan had a lot of fruit here, mostly sent over from the South.
Recently, the rain in the South has paused, and the quality of the fruit has improved significantly, tasting much better.
About five minutes later, Ling Ruonan ended the call and sat next to Luo Ziling.
During those five minutes, Luo Ziling ate at least two peaches and over fifty bayberries.
Seeing the pile of bayberry pits in front of him, Ling Ruonan was dumbfounded. "Didn't you have lunch?"
"I ate too much at lunch, needed some bayberries to help digest!" Luo Ziling grinned.
"You really can eat!" Ling Ruonan rolled her eyes, "Eating so much at once, aren't you worried?"
"Not at all, there's no pesticide." Luo Ziling said, tossing another bayberry into his mouth, and as he ate, he asked Ling Ruonan: "Mom, what did Fang Zhonghua say just now?"
