Hu Baiyu nodded very seriously, as if he agreed even though he had not tasted it.
Lin Huahua became even more confused. "How is it different?"
Mu Qingyi looked at her. "Because you picked it for me."
Lin Huahua's tiny ears burned again.
This deer.
This deer was too much.
She only picked fruit because she felt guilty. How did he make it sound like she had crossed mountains and fought ancient beasts just to bring him a treasure?
Feng Yiren clicked his tongue. "Great. Now he will treasure dirt fruit forever."
"It is not dirt fruit," Mu Qingyi said calmly.
"You ate it from the ground."
"Huahua picked it from the tree."
"It fell to the ground."
"Only for a moment."
Lin Huahua felt that this conversation was going in a strange direction, but somehow her heart was warm. She still glared at Mu Qingyi and said, "Next time, wash it first."
Mu Qingyi nodded obediently. "Next time, I will wash it."
Then he took another bite of the unwashed fruit.
