Cheng Shi nodded, continued to open, and carefully placed the remaining fruit flesh onto the plate.
"Go open another one, you eat. I'll take these to grandma and grandpa for them to try," Tang Xiaowan said, her smile broad as she gestured towards the durian box.
"Oh, okay, miss."
At that moment, the sense of loss in Tang Xiaowan's heart was filled by the rich, golden flesh of durians.
She carried them into the living room, where Tang Mei seemed to be having a conversation with Wang Jinhui. When they saw Tang Xiaowan coming, they immediately stopped.
"Grandpa, Grandma, look what this is—durian, super soft and mushy big durian!"
A sweet laughter suddenly rang out.
On the way, Tang Xiaowan had a thought. As a child, she seemed to remember Granny Cai mentioning that her grandmother used to eat durian long ago and even used it to make "Food."
As for why it was no longer eaten, Tang Xiaowan couldn't remember.
