"Delicious, really delicious," Jueqing cocked an eyebrow, laughing heartily a few times before diving back into the fruit plate. Seeing the yellow fruit flesh was gone, he then turned to the white ones, spitting out the seeds while eating.
Zongzheng Zehang, observing this, also cast aside any consideration for his image and picked up the chopsticks to join in. Before he could swallow, his mouth was instantly filled with a sweet and juicy flavor, with a delicate flesh that was unlike the crispness of an apple or the tartness of a hawthorn—indescribably light and sweet.
Beitang Xuan wouldn't be left behind either. He picked up a red-tinged piece with his chopsticks and tried it. After one bite, he couldn't stop, continuously eating one after another without the slightest concern for conversation.