Song Meng’s Arrival
Éditeur: Exodus Tales
Under Yun Xiangxiang's watchful gaze, Song Mian poured her another cup. When she finished it, Song Mian shook his head gently.
Yun Xiangxiang smacked her lips. She knew when to stop. It was indeed not suitable to eat too many cold things, and the temperature here was much lower than in Beijing.
It was still 30 degrees. Yun Xiangxiang put on her hat, carried the basket, and ran to the orchard with song Mian to pick cherries. She could not help but pick one, wiped it on song Mian's T-shirt, and watched song Mian eat it with a smile.
It was sweet and sour in the middle, juicy and crispy. Most importantly, it was bigger than the Cherries in China!
Yun Xiangxiang enjoyed the feeling of running around the orchard, looking for the biggest and reddest fruit to pick.
She was like a happy bird, eating and picking at the same time. Song Mian let her do it, and did not force her to wash it before entering the mouth.