Without waiting for Qiao Xuejun to answer, Wang Juanfeng smiled, slowly opened it, removed his palm, and revealed the small thing underneath: "Roxbirica!"
The little thing lay quietly on the table.
The small yellow fruit has soft thorns all over.
Wang Juanfeng: "I've been taking care of the fields these days while you're away, so don't worry. This sea buckthorn is the first to mature, and it's completely yellow, so I picked it and brought it to you. The others are still a little small."
Qiao Xuejun reached out and picked up the sea buckthorn.
It was so tiny before, but now, a month later, it has grown to the size of a plum, the same yellow color as a pineapple, and is ripe.
This fruit is known as the king of vitamin C. Its vitamin C content is even 70 times that of oranges.
But they don’t have much planted in the shelter right now, and can’t supply it in large quantities.
Qiao Xuejun said, "Since they are ripe, you can pick some and eat them too."
Wang Juanfeng: "I had the impression that this thing tasted sour, but now that I see it, I really want to eat it." Now is not the time to be picky, this is a proper fruit after all.
Qiao Xuejun took out the Swiss Army Knife, pulled out the knife inside, scraped off the soft thorns on the sea buckthorn, picked out the seeds inside, cut the whole small fruit into three parts, and handed one of the pieces to Wang Juanfeng: "Try it and see if it's sour."
Wang Juanfeng took the small piece of sea buckthorn. She looked at the other two pieces in Qiao Xuejun's hand and asked, "Why is it divided into three pieces?"
Qiao Xuejun put the sea buckthorn into the drawer under the table: "Leave it for the landlord."
"Oh~" Wang Juanfeng was stunned at first, then he reacted and nodded.
The house where Qiao Xuejun lives now belongs to Zhao Xian. Who else could the landlord be other than Zhao Xian?
Wang Juanfeng looked at the small piece of sea buckthorn in his hand and suddenly smiled: "It's such a small piece, but I'm reluctant to give it up. I used to eat it all over the mountains and fields."
Eat it however you want. If you can’t finish it, just let it rot in the ground and more will grow next year.
Now there was only this small half, smaller than a quail egg, but she was reluctant to eat it all in one bite, so she only took a small half.
Wang Juanfeng hasn't eaten fruit for a year and a half.
It started in March last year and it’s already September this year.
In the past, when she had the conditions, she would eat some fruit almost every day, including apples, pears, seasonal strawberries, and bayberries, which she would buy more or less.
But during this period of time, I didn't eat any fruit. The only thing that resembled fruit was the wild tomato that Qiao Xuejun planted in the field. Eating one was so sour that my head felt like it was about to fly off.
When you bite into this sea buckthorn, you will first feel the crisp taste, and then the sea buckthorn juice will spread in your mouth. Sourness is inevitable, but its main taste is not sourness, it is just a slight sourness of wild fruit.
The main base flavor is the unique fruity flavor of sea buckthorn, which is similar to the special fragrance of carambola, green and slightly sweet.
It is mainly juicy. When you bite and chew it, the juice explodes and the mouth is fragrant.
Wang Juanfeng savored it carefully: "It's a little sour, but delicious."
Qiao Xuejun also took a bite: "It's quite moist."
Wang Juanfeng nodded: "We watered it quite a lot."
Qiao Xuejun: "I'll be back in a few days to pick the fruits." Looking at the state of this fruit, it should be ripe in the next two days.
Wang Juanfeng talked to her for a while and then left.
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Zhao Xian came back very late in the evening and Qiao Xuejun was already asleep.
He slept in the outer room and came back with light footsteps, but Qiao Xuejun was still vaguely aware of it and tried to open her eyes, but it was very difficult.
She thought to herself that the sea buckthorn had to be eaten today, otherwise it would lose its moisture and become dry and not tasty.
But people who are recovering from injuries tend to feel sleepy easily and cannot open their eyes at all.
After a lot of effort, I half opened my eyes and saw Zhao Xian was in the room, standing in front of the closet taking his pajamas and going to sleep in the outer room.
Qiao Xuejun said, "Zhao Xian, you're back?"
Zhao Xian paused, took out his bathrobe, walked forward and stood in front of the bed.
He wasn't sure whether Qiao Xuejun was talking in his sleep or was really awake.
Qiao Xuejun was half asleep and half awake, and she opened her eyes with difficulty: "There are delicious foods in the first drawer, specially reserved for you. Go get them."
Zhao Xian was surprised: "Me?"
Qiao Xuejun nodded, with a nasal tone: "Yeah."
Seeing that she was not talking in her sleep, Zhao Xian walked to the desk and opened the first drawer on it.
“Swish—”
The drawer was pulled out, and on a square box inside, there was a small piece of yellow...fruit pulp?
Only after Zhao Xian took the small thing in his hand did he confirm what kind of fruit it was. He smelled it and it had a fresh fragrance with a special plant aroma.
But Zhao Xian couldn't equate this thing with the fruits he had seen.
It doesn't look like a pear, nor a pineapple, nor is it similar to the yellow ones, mango, or orange.
He would hardly touch these plants and fruits whose origins were unknown, let alone eat them.
But Teacher Qiao said it was delicious.
Zhao Xian didn't hesitate and threw the little thing into his mouth.
He took a sip, didn't have much flavor, and started chewing.
Now the rich fruity aroma spreads in the mouth without slowly dissolving. The unique taste of this fruit is very overbearing and different from others.
When he put it in his mouth, Zhao Xian realized that it was sea buckthorn.
A small wild fruit that grows everywhere in the mountains of Gongzhou. It is very refreshing and has a rich flavor.
It should have been covered with thorns, but he didn't recognize it. It must have been Qiao Xuejun who scraped off the thorns.
Zhao Xian's heart softened, and he turned back to look at Qiao Xuejun: "It's delicious, Teacher Qiao, when will it be planted..."
He looked up and found that Qiao Xuejun had fallen asleep on the bed again, with his eyes closed and breathing evenly.
He stopped talking, finished the sea buckthorn in his mouth, then walked forward, stood at the head of the bed, lowered his eyes and looked at Qiao Xuejun who was lying down.
She must be tired.
Although my feet are not very convenient, I am busy every day. Today I brought so much food into the base.
Even though she was so busy, she still left some fruit for him, waiting for him to come back and telling him to eat it.
The corners of Zhao Xian's mouth curled up slightly.
Can we assume that she was thinking about him even when she was asleep?
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These days, Qiao Xuejun has been busy with his experimental field, checking it every day.
Fortunately, probably due to the weather, there were no diseases or insect pests.
After finishing her work today, she went to see Yuan Zhiyi.
She has been busy these days and has not gone to see them, but she heard from Dr. Zheng that they are still in the ward. Yuan Zhiyi's other two companions have also woken up, but have not left the ward yet.
Qiao Xuejun's foot has healed and she doesn't need a crutch today.
When she reached the door of the ward, she heard Dr. Zheng's voice: "There is no sign of healing yet. The situation is not good."
"I suspect it's a scurvy reaction caused by a long-term lack of vitamin C. You need to replenish it. Ask the kitchen to make you some pumpkin peel to eat in the next few days. It contains a lot of vitamin C."
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