The cherries were easily damaged. As soon as they were picked, they had to be frozen and sent into the capital at full speed. On the way, the ice had to be changed constantly, so that it wouldn't melt. Otherwise, the cherries wouldn't be fresh.
There were only a limited number of them in the capital every year until late March.
Yu Youyao could eat cherries every year, but there weren't many in the residence. Each person only had about ten cherries at most, and that included her grandmother's portion.
These cherries were bigger, fresher, and fuller than what she usually ate. They were bright red, and there was even ice at the bottom of the pot. Yu Youyao counted them one by one. After counting more than 30, she was so happy that she was about to go crazy.
She had never eaten so many cherries.
Chun Xiao washed a plate of cherries and brought them over.
