Don't ask why I don't keep some for myself; it's because I ate too many persimmons when I was a kid. Growing up, even if I see a persimmon tree on the road, I'll just glance at it and never, like in my childhood, climb up the tree when no one's looking, pick a persimmon and run away.
After dividing the persimmons on the table into three portions, Mo Jingchun went to the kitchen to find three convenient bags that he bought for 5 cents each when shopping at the supermarket.
With the persimmons separated and packed, Mo Jingchun went to the bedroom window to take a look at the sky outside; it was still in the afternoon.
Mo Jingchun frowned, "Let's wait until the rain stops before delivering them."
For the sake of the little ones and everyone else, Mo Jingchun thought there was no need to deliver the persimmons today. After all, persimmons are hardy, and they taste better when fully ripe.
"Ah~"
