The freshly picked fruit, washed clean, was arranged on the table.
Also served were typical Mexican corn tortillas and a few local dishes.
This was probably the best the little boy Herrera's family could offer.
Herrera's parents, the Mexican couple, were at this moment looking at Xue An and the others with earnest and somewhat reverent eyes.
Herrera had secretly told them that it was this gentleman and lady who had given him a hundred US dollars to buy all his avocados.
A hundred US dollars, for this poor Mexican family, was already a considerable fortune.
So, naturally, they were very enthusiastic.
However, Xue An's attention wasn't on these things; he was looking at his daughter playing happily with Salonina not far away, a faint smile forming on his lips.
A child's heart is always pure, never distinguishing between the rich and poor, the noble and lowly.
