Wen Jing took the Pan Peach handed over by her daughter-in-law, took a few simple bites, and immediately felt a jolt of energy. This Pan Peach is quite different.
"What kind of Pan Peach is this?" Wen Jing asked in extreme surprise. She had never tasted it before; not even in the higher realms had she encountered it.
She felt her meridians inside her body becoming active.
"This is a Spirit Fruit Pan Peach, a very difficult-to-obtain Pan Peach," Duan Yanran replied, having eaten a few herself. It was indeed delicious, with the perfect sweetness.
Unable to resist, Wen Jing ate a few more. Ling Muyao suddenly twitched his nose, smack-smacking his lips, and woke up leisurely.
"Oh dear, you're awake, my precious son," Duan Yanran quickly put down the toothpick in her hand, picked up her son from the bedcover, and gave him a kiss.
