"Mom, this red thing looks so familiar, doesn't it?" Yangyang looked at one of the trees and didn't even wait for Yang Chuxia to respond before he darted up into the tree.
Then he quickly picked a fruit, rubbed it on his sleeve, and tossed it into his mouth. His face immediately scrunched up.
"Hey, this kid moves fast." Ye Zi'an shook his head.
"Ah, ptooey, ptooey..." Yangyang on the tree kept spitting it out, "Mom, what is this thing, it's so sour."
"It's hawthorn. The sugar-coated haws sold outside are made from this, have you forgotten?"
"Sugar-coated haws?" Yangyang looked up at the tree again and asked, "Why is it different? Sugar-coated haws are sweet and sour; this is too hard to eat."
As he spoke, he picked a few more and threw them down, and the little servant following him caught them with a basket.
