"Next time, I'll send you cherries every year. I used to grow grapes at home, and I would dry the grapes I planted and send them to Xia Zhe to eat. Even Xia Zhe said that they were delicious! So Aunt, don't worry!" Qiao Mei said.
Xia Fang said suspiciously, "But Xia Zhe dislikes sweet things the most."
"He doesn't like sweet things, but he often writes to me saying that he wants to eat raisins!" Qiao Mei said seriously.
In Xia Fang's memories, Xia Zhe had never eaten anything sweet from young. Even for fruits, he only picked out those that were not sweet. Perhaps he was trying to make Qiao Mei happy during their lovey dovey period.
"Perhaps his taste changed after he grew up, or the raisins you dried must be really delicious, so that's why he wanted to eat them. After all, you made them yourself," Xia Fang said.
Qiao Mei nodded. She was sure that the raisins she made must be delicious, and that Xia Zhe definitely did not lie to her.
