When Xia Ningxi heard her words, she immediately shifted her attention away from Su Yayan and Huo Chenhuan. She said earnestly, "The weather has been getting warmer these two days and it's easy to get heaty. You and Grandfather Luo have to eat more pears. My mother asked me to bring some apples and grapes this time. They're all newly cultivated by my uncle. They're not polluted or harmful, and they're especially sweet. You guys should eat first. If you like them, I'll send more pears over another day."
Song Linghua held the fruit that Xia Ningxi had forced into her hands, feeling both touched and helpless.
"Just let your uncle sell the fruits that he painstakingly planted. He even kept sending us old people. How much does this bag cost? I told you before that there are only two of us. We can't eat much. It's a waste to give so much away to us."
