Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter-Chapter 797 - 795: Sister, Try the Wild Fruits I Picked_1
Chapter 797: Chapter 795: Sister, Try the Wild Fruits I Picked_1
Lin Qingluo smiled, “Any information about the Psychic Fruit?”
“Nothing within a hundred miles.”
The Ginseng Spirit sat on the lid of the basket, shaking its ginseng whiskers, resembling an old man with long eyebrows and whiskers reaching the ground.
“Psychic Fruit is rare and precious, it’s hard to encounter unless you have exceptional luck.”
Lin Qingluo nodded, “I’ll leave it to you then, try your best to find it, and there’ll be rewards.”
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“Hehe, Old Ginseng will do everything possible to find the Psychic Fruit.”
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Upon hearing about a reward, the Ginseng Spirit’s eyes brightened, and its whiskers shook with excitement.
“It’s getting late, you should go back to the Blessed Land to rest first, and then come out again tomorrow when the time is right.”
Lin Qingluo said with a smile, and upon her words, she called forth the Blessed Land and sent Old Ginseng inside.
“Sister, try the wild fruit I picked.”
Lin Yixuan happily ran over with a few cleaned wild fruits in his hands.
His bright big eyes fell on the notepad that his sister had placed on her lap, and he asked subconsciously, “Sister, are you writing a letter?”
“Mhm, I happen to have some questions to ask Shu Min.”
Lin Qingluo smiled as she took the wild fruit and bit into it.
“Is it good?”
Mo Canglan also took one.
“Not bad.”
The wild fruit was sour and astringent, making Lin Qingluo’s teeth itch. She held it in her mouth with a smile but didn’t swallow it.
Seeing her smiling, Mo Canglan didn’t hesitate and stuffed the fruit into his mouth.
“Cough cough.”
Soon, he coughed from the sourness and embarrassingly spat out the fruit.
“Is it very sour?”
Lin Yixuan looked at his sister, then at Mo Canglan, holding the wild fruit indecisively, not knowing who to believe.
“Sour.”
Mo Canglan couldn’t lie, his ears slightly red.
“Mhm.”
Lin Qingluo kept the wild fruit in her mouth, nodding with a smile.
“Sister, don’t eat it if it’s sour, spit it out,”
Lin Yixuan simply threw away the wild fruit in his hand, feeling regretful.
“It’s not sour.”
Lin Qingluo sucked all the sour juice and chewed the fruit before swallowing it.
“I’ll eat the rest.”
Lin Yixuan’s eyes shimmered with gratitude as he snatched the rest of the wild fruit from his sister and stuffed them into his mouth.
The wild fruit was so sour and astringent that he pursed his lips, forcing himself not to spit it out.
“Hehe.”
Lin Qingluo watched his bitter but determined little expression, her eyes laughing.
“Little sister, are you sending a letter to our family?”
Hearing his little sister’s happy laughter, Lin Jinlong’s mood naturally lightened. While cooking, he joined in the conversation with a smile.
“Mhm.”
Lin Qingluo nodded with a smile, “Based on the timeline, the Giant Eagle should return soon. If any of you guys want to write letters, hurry up and write so we can send them all together.”
“I want to write.”
Feng Yi often wrote letters home, as he was worried about his mother.
Shitou touched his nose with an awkward smile, “I won’t write a separate one, just have my master say hello and report the safety to my parents.”
“How about Niuniu? Don’t you want to say anything separately?”
Lin Qingluo raised her eyebrows disapprovingly, “As a big brother, you’re really too lazy, not even willing to write a letter.”
“I don’t know many characters.”
Shitou shamelessly defended himself, “Besides, I can only write clumsy characters that my parents probably won’t recognize.”
Lin Qingluo laughed, “You still have the nerve to say that?”
Feng Yi chimed in with a smile, “Master, don’t bother with him. He’s always been like this. If he doesn’t get kicked a few times a day, he can’t function.”
“I guess so.”
Lin Qingluo stopped paying attention to Shitou’s antics and took out a pen and ink from the Storage Ring. She furrowed her brows, carefully considering how to write.
Seeing that his little master had taken out her writing materials, Feng Yi also asked for a set and went into the tent, quietly writing his letter.
