Butler Cheng was taken aback for a moment before he realized Mu Qingli was asking whether the grapes were sweet. He smiled and said, "Sweet, of course, sweet. The young master said these are authentic Sunlight Rose grapes. It's just a pity that the old lady and the young master both don't like sweet things. Every year, the grapes are wasted on the birds. Lili, shall we go check whether the grapes are ripe?"
"Sure." Mu Qingli nodded immediately.
She had eaten plenty of grapes but had never tried those freshly picked from the vine.
Butler Cheng led Mu Qingli to the grape trellis.
Bunches of large, red grapes hung on the vines, swaying in the wind, looking so tempting that they made one's mouth water. The air was also filled with a faint scent of roses, enticing one to drool.
Butler Cheng smiled and said, "I didn't expect this year's grapes to ripen so early. Lili, you are in for a treat."
"Can I eat them?" Mu Qingli asked in surprise.
