As they talked, Lucas couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
His pupils had completely transformed into the shape of durians. He didn't care about the many eyes watching him, grabbing a palm-sized piece of golden durian flesh and stuffing it into his mouth.
In front of everyone, the plump durian flesh really melted in Lucas's mouth like ice cream.
He didn't even need to chew; a gentle press of his lips made the golden flesh sink significantly, revealing the hidden brown seed inside.
"Ah... this is the taste, so refreshing!"
A circle of durian-colored pulp residue was left around his lips, looking quite similar to mango sauce.
He didn't care about his image, his tongue scraped around up and down, left and right, determined not to waste anything.
In just a few bites, the palm-sized piece of flesh was devoured clean.
"John, do you guys recycle these seeds? How long does it take to grow into a tree that bears fruit?"
"We don't, are you dreaming?"
