He widened his eyes in surprise, "Ranran, you're so smart."
Wen Ran couldn't stand his exaggerated performance, "How old are you, and you're still rolling on the ground?"
"I went to pick these." He extended his hand, holding a handful of red raspberries in his palm, and said as if presenting a treasure, "These aren't sour."
He truly loved red, and couldn't resist whenever he saw something small and red.
But this time he picked raspberries, at least a normal wild fruit that people could eat, which was a big improvement from the odd things he'd eaten before.
Wen Ran didn't mention his rolling on the ground again, but reminded him, "Wash them before eating."
"They're not for me, they're for you."
"For me?"
He nodded, the smile in his eyes clean and pure, "I tasted one and found they weren't sour, so I wanted to pick them for you to eat."
He still remembered, every time Wen Ran ate something sour, her little face would scrunch up like a steamed bun.
