After digging for a while, Han Qiwu finally understood why the Little Prince and Little Shui were so stuffed.
Beside the clumps of mud was a slightly murky creek tributary, through which yellowish little fish occasionally swam, and pale green fruits bobbed downstream.
Though these didn't emit any system glow, the Little Prince was clearly enjoying himself immensely.
Digging for a bit and snacking on a fruit, he would put on an utterly blissful expression.
The Little Prince's happiness was just that simple.
"Are these fruits really that delicious?" With a spirit reminiscent of Shennong, Han Qiwu picked up one, washed it, and tentatively took a bite.
His face instantly changed color.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
Way too sour!
The sharp tang pierced straight into his soul, causing Han Qiwu to involuntarily shudder twice.
And yet the Little Prince was eating it so deliciously?
Could it be that bears can only taste sweetness?
