"There's a saying that this frost isn't salt but organic acid." Sharon scraped off the frost on the surface of the salt-skinned wood fruit with her fingernail and gently licked her fingertips before spitting it out with a painful expression.
"This is salty and sour." Sharon had a painful mask on her face. This taste was really indescribable.
Melissa also licked it, then squatted down and vomited for a long time in an exaggerated manner. She saw that the skin of this fruit was like icing and Sharon's expression after eating it. She felt that it was too exaggerated, but reality proved that she shouldn't have tasted it out of curiosity.
"Let's pick more and bring them back. There will be seasoning for our food from now on." Sharon picked a handful and hugged it in her arms.
