Feng Qi floated out from the Horse-Faced Bell, sniffing eagerly.
In Qingqiu, the green fruits are always unripe, unbearably sour.
She couldn't imagine these green grapes being sweet.
Little Taotie picked a grape and brought it to Feng Qi's mouth, Feng Qi sniffed, "I can only smell it, just the fruit scent, can't taste its real flavor."
Just as she finished speaking, Feng Qi watched as the grape in Little Taotie's hand turned transparent at a visible speed.
Feng Qi tentatively moved forward and opened her mouth.
Little Taotie fed it to her as if it were natural.
Feng Qi's eyes widened in shock, "I can actually taste it, it's sweet, so sweet and delicious!"
Little Taotie looked at her hand, then at the actual grapes on the plate, tried picking another one, thinking: Give it to Feng Qi!
As the thought settled, the grape in her hand gradually became transparent.
Feng Qi eagerly leaned forward, opening her mouth wide, waiting to be fed.
