"Grandmother, have a taste, the lychees are really sweet."
Lin Qingluo picked a bunch of lychees, peeled the skin, ate one herself, and then put one in the Duchess of Zhen's mouth.
"Mm, they are sweet."
The Duchess of Zhen ate the lychees and looked at her sensible and affectionate granddaughter, feeling sweetness in her heart.
"Lychees are delicious."
Feng Liu also peeled a lychee and put it in her mouth, the more she ate, the more she felt it was a pity, "It's a pity they don't stay fresh for long and go bad easily. They can only be enjoyed for a few days before the season is over."
"It's not difficult if you want to preserve them."
Lin Qingluo thought of the small ice house inadvertently created by Tanbao and had an idea: "Choose a few caves in Fruit Mountain and turn them into ice cellars for storing fruit."
"Master."
"Mother."
"We'll make the ice cellars."
Tanbao and Shibao's eyes lit up when they heard about making ice cellars and volunteered to do it.
