She was nearly forty years old, yet Wen Nian had captivated her, making waves of girlish emotions ripple through her one after another.
Song Lili picked up an apple and waved cheerfully to the old farmer of the apple orchard,
"Thank you, uncle!"
"My lady, you're too polite!"
The old man's skin was dark, clearly from working in the orchard all the time.
When he smiled, his eyes squinted into slits and his wrinkles around his eyes were deep,
"You can eat it without washing it, we don't use pesticides on our apples!"
"Great, great, great!"
Song Lili responded and then took a big bite out of the apple.
She wasn't particular about these details; in the army and surviving in the wild, you just ate whatever was available without worrying about pesticides or not.
After taking a bite of the apple, she passed it to Wen Nian's mouth,
"Husband, quench your thirst."
Wen Nian didn't hesitate and bit into it.
