"What kind of kiwifruit?"
Wu Lan asked, "Is it that wild type of yangtao from the mountains? Not even the size of a ping-pong ball. It's so troublesome to have to wait until they're ripe enough to eat."
"And if they aren't ripe, no matter how hard you knock them, they stay as hard as rocks. If you wait two days after they're ripe, they go bad."
She had eaten the kiwifruit sold in the markets, but she had never tried that 'kiwi' fruit, though she roughly understood it probably looked similar.
Zhang Yanping wanted to explain that it wasn't the same thing, and that the fruit he was talking about would be sweet as soon as it was in your hands.
But since he sold fruit, not grew it, he didn't quite understand the specifics of their harvest and simply dropped the topic.
"How about pomegranates, then? They can be stored for a while. The good quality pomegranates can sell for twenty yuan per jin during the ripe season."