Interstellar Wife Rong Hugui

Chapter 7161 Is it delicious?

Everyone nodded in agreement, feeling sorry for the fact that she had eaten six oranges and persimmons in one go.

Luo Yan gave a fully ripe orange to Luo Bi, but Luo Bi didn't eat it. She searched in the orange and persimmon patch and found an orange that was about one-tenth red, so she bent down and picked it.

Luo Bi showed everyone: "I love eating this."

The aunt grinned and said, "What's so good about this? It's sour and doesn't taste good."

Luo Bi continued eating: "Anyway, I love to eat it."

Wen Xiao laughed: "Then let's pick these too."

The money-grubbing adjutant suddenly felt that the half orange he had been allocated was no longer appealing. If all of these were picked, this orange and persimmon patch would not need to be used for vegetable picking for at least ten days. He had thought that the first vegetable patch was just a matter of scraping the soil.

It now appears that Luo Bi preferred to eat oranges and persimmons that weren't quite ripe.

There's nothing we can do about Luo Bi's love of food; in the interstellar world, the strong are respected. Currently, Luo Bi's extraction skills are so formidable that, among the talented contract masters on the Blazing Emperor Star, no other talented contract master can compare to her.

Luo Bi loves to eat things, so even if they're only slightly orange, or even just green, if you pick them and give them to Luo Bi, the money-grubbing adjutant won't hold back anymore. This is a real tyrant, not someone to mess with.

Tang Shao waved his hand: "Pick them."

Everyone grinned. Jiang Yixin and Bai Juan took the lead and wandered around the orange and persimmon field. Whenever they saw a long orange or persimmon, regardless of its size, they would first tilt their heads to check if it was orange on top.

If it has even a hint of orange, it's starting to ripen, so pick it.

"Will it taste good?" Luo Heng's mother was very skeptical.

"Why do you care about this?" Luo Bi was happy and no longer hid her personality, saying impatiently, "I love to eat it, but I won't let you eat it if it's not tasty. You just pick the ones that are even slightly ripe for me."

"Oh dear." Luo Heng's mother was very sensible: "I'm not even good at being an aunt. It's fine if you like to eat them, but I'll find some for you and pick out all the ones that are even slightly orange."

Luo Yan and the children also searched, and Luo Bi joined in the fun.

Flame Spoon and the others followed suit, and the money-grubbing adjutant and Tang Shao stopped doing anything else but staring at Spoon and Little Fireball, afraid that Spoon and Little Fireball would follow suit and pick all the green persimmons.

Even if you don't actually scrape the soil, just removing everything still counts as scraping the soil.

This isn't the wild; if you pick all the small oranges and persimmons, who knows when they'll grow back.

As expected, Flame Spoon was about to pick a completely green persimmon when the money-grubbing adjutant saw it and quickly stopped her. Flame Spoon then picked another small persimmon, much to the adjutant's dismay, as this one was even smaller than the previous one.

Tang Shao stared at the Wen family's little fireball. Among the several array artifacts that had gained sentience, the Wen family's little fireball was the most clever. If he was not allowed to pick the little fireball, it would go to its master and fly over to Wen Xiao.

Little Fireball: Don't let me pick it.

Wen Xiaole: "Why can't we pick them?"

The little fireball from the Wen family led the way, finding the orange-shaped persimmon it had its eye on—this one, it wouldn't let us pick it.

Wen Xiao looked at it and showed a slightly orange persimmon to Little Fireball: "The one you picked is no good. Look at this one. It should be a little orange, the same color as an orange spoon. The darker the color, the riper it is."

Wen Jia's little fireball glanced at the orange persimmon in Wen Xiao's hand, then looked again, and remembered it.

Then, we went shopping again.

After finishing picking all the oranges and persimmons in the field, the greedy adjutant glanced at the basket and exclaimed, "Good heavens, it's a whole basket full! How should I put it? I could only have picked five or six ripe oranges and persimmons."

They picked all the half-ripe ones, it was like scraping the ground dry; judging by the appearance, there were more than thirty half-ripe oranges and persimmons in the basket. (End of this chapter)