After threading the chilies, it was a good time to have Lu Yichen climb up the ladder to hang them from the eaves while Luo Qiao finished tidying up. Only then did she sit down to start eating the pomegranate that Lu Yichen had peeled for her. The taste was quite alright, and it reminded her of the soft-seed pomegranates from the future, which were sour, sweet, and juicy.
After finishing the pomegranate, the corn was also nearly done boiling. Lu Yichen picked one out for her, skewered it with chopsticks, and handed it to Luo Qiao, "Try it, quick."
Receiving the corn, Luo Qiao tried a bite, "It's not bad, pretty tender, but it's still not sweet enough. You should grab one too, let's eat together."
Zhou Guifang, watching the interaction of the two from the kitchen, felt relieved. She had realized that her granddaughter had someone special in her heart, but probably Lu Yichen cherished his granddaughter even more.
Let it be, she thought, let nature take its course.
