As soon as Leng Yuan and the others got back, Wu Cuilan walked over and blocked their handcart.
Gu Jiaojiao frowned.
'This woman is as clingy as a burr. I'm exhausted, and I can't be bothered to waste my breath on her.'
"We're not lending it out. We still need to use it!"
Wu Cuilan said matter-of-factly, "If you need it, can't you just make another one? Leng Yuan knows how, anyway. What's the big deal about letting me use it?"
Gu Jiaojiao laughed in exasperation. She glanced at the wild fruits in Wu Cuilan's basket and said bluntly, "Auntie, why don't you give me your fruit? I'd like to eat it."
Wu Cuilan instinctively refused. "Why should I? Can't you go pick them yourself?"
Gu Jiaojiao didn't hold back. "Because I want to eat them right now. What's the big deal about giving them to me? It's not like the mountain is out of them. Can't you just go pick another basket? Why be so stingy? It's not like they're worth a fortune."
Wu Cuilan was speechless.
