"Dayong brought wheat-colored apricots from home today, they're big, sweet, and so delicious. The apricot tree has been around since my childhood, I wouldn't dare say it grows the best apricots, but for a few neighboring villages, one might find it hard to buy apricots as sweet as these ones."
Mrs. Ye laughed, "Take some home, let Miss Sui taste them. If she finds them delicious, come back and get more. We have several trees at home, we can't finish them all when they're ripe. Don't worry about not having enough to eat."
"Okay, thank you Aunt." After expressing her gratitude, Zhuang Qingning took the apricots and went home.
On the way, she ran into Ye Dayong, who was returning home. They chatted briefly before she continued on her way home.
By the time she arrived home, Zhuang Qingning had already run to two households to deliver the pork head meat, and was cutting the meat.