Recently, there had been more and more fruit at home.
Cang Hong went from being puzzled at first to nonchalant later on. His philosophy was simple: if it was offered, he ate it, no questions asked.
After all, this fruit was far more delicious than what he'd managed to buy through his connections at the research institute.
Take the strawberry in his hand, for example. My god, he never knew fruit could give off such a fragrance.
A scent that made your mouth water just by smelling it.
And then there were the vegetables that had recently appeared at home, which were just as addictively delicious.
Today, Jiang Qin had left some more in the kitchen before coming out holding a vase with a few fresh flowers in it.
"Cang Hong, could you help me mail out some of the fruit and vegetables from the kitchen today?"
"Okay, sure."
She had been consistently receiving fruit and vegetables from her partners' families.
