"Which one do you want to eat? I'll pluck it for you!"
Bai Xihe looked at the fruit above his head and pointed. "That, that, and that."
Su Cheng flew up and plucked seven to eight fruits.
"There's more over there," he said.
"Yes." Bai Xihe nodded.
The two of them continued to pluck until there was no more room in Su Cheng's arms.
He wanted to rub the fruit against his clothes to clean them, but he forgot that he was wearing cold armor. With a rub, a fruit turned into paste…
"Ahem, there's a stream over there."
The two of them came to the stream.
Bai Xihe sat on a rock.
Su Cheng washed the fruit and handed it to her.
He was actually not so particular himself, but his daughter had once had a stomachache from eating picked fruits. After that, the fruits he gave her would be washed clean.
"Wait a minute."
"What?"
Bai Xihe watched in confusion as Su Cheng went to the stream again.
