This was from the mountains last year.
Su Xiaolu liked to eat them very much. Although some of them were rotten, the good ones were still delicious.
Su Chong and Su Hua would also give the good ones to Su Xiaolu.
Su Chong said, "Xiaolu, those two trees have also borne many fruits this year. When they're ripe, we'll go and get them for you."
Su Hua smiled and nodded. "It can pick 20 catties."
Su Xiaolu smiled. "Sure."
Her family rarely ate this thing. Su Xiaolu knew that they always let her have it.
So every time she came back, she would bury a few handfuls in the ashes of the fire and share them with everyone.
She peeled some good ones and gave them to Su Xiaoling.
Su Xiaolu fed them one by one. Su Xiaoling smiled and opened her mouth to eat.
Su Sanlang and Madam Zhao did not eat.
When dinner was ready, the family sat down together.
Life was so uneventful.
