Luo Wenyuan reached out to wipe off the icing on the corner of her mouth and wanted to put his finger into his mouth, but unfortunately his grandfather was there, so he didn't dare to do it.
"Delicious, right? This is the fruit from the persimmon tree in the yard. Every year after the frost, the tree is full of bright red persimmons, which is so beautiful. I have too many persimmons, so I'll share some with friends and neighbors. I'll make the rest into persimmon cakes and store them well so they can be eaten until the Spring Festival! If you like, take some home. When the fruit is ripe next year, grandpa won't give them to anyone else. I'll keep them all for you, hehehe!"
Luo Zhentian really treated Qingshan as his granddaughter-in-law. The child liked to eat the food he made, and old man Luo felt happier than if he had drunk a whole jar of medicinal wine.
The persimmon tree of the Luo family is a pointed persimmon variety. The fruits are conical in shape. After being dried into persimmon cakes, the flesh is firm, rich in flavor and sweet, and very delicious.
As Qingshan chewed on a persimmon cake, an idea occurred to her: there were so many fruits growing in the herb garden; she and her spirit pets would only eat a small portion, leaving most of the fruit hanging on the branches. While the space could keep them fresh forever, the fruit would rot and spoil once outside. Wouldn't it be better to preserve them by turning them into candied fruit or dried fruits?
Moreover, the candied and dried fruits produced in this space must be high-quality. If they can be produced in large quantities, it will be a profitable business!
Luo Wenyuan saw Qingshan eating persimmon cake with his black eyes rolling around, and he felt amused in his heart: What is this little bastard planning? Is he going to dig up my persimmon tree?
"Grandpa, can you give me a branch from a persimmon tree? I want to plant one too!"
Luo Wenyuan: ...you actually guessed it right! o(′^｀)o
"Qingshan, although persimmon trees can be planted from cuttings, it's too cold this season. We can only plant them when the weather warms up in April!"
"It's okay, I have my own way!"
After saying that, Qingshan showed Luo Zhentian a confident expression. Luo Zhentian suddenly realized, "Hey, why was I confused? Qingshan is a superpower, so he naturally has special methods. Why should I worry about it?" "Okay, whenever you want it, just ask Wen Yuan to break it for you!"
As the few people were talking about this, it was lunch time unknowingly. Luo Zhentian opened the jar of bamboo leaf wine, and immediately a smell of wine mixed with the fragrance of bamboo leaves emanated. Even Luo Wenyuan, who didn't usually drink much, found the aroma very pungent. What's more, Luo Zhentian, a wine lover, had long been unable to suppress his craving for wine.
The medicinal wine brewed by Qingshan was low in alcohol, but rich in flavor and pleasant without being intoxicating, so she and Luo Wenyuan also had a few drinks. The three of them drank half a jar of bamboo leaf wine during the meal, and most of it went into Luo Zhentian's stomach.
After dinner, the old man felt a little sleepy and was helped by Xiao Wang to go back to the master bedroom to rest. Luo Wenyuan took Qingshan back to his east wing. Yin'er stayed in the main hall tactfully, with a red light on his head, and took a nap on the carpet.
Luo Wenyuan's bedroom was simply furnished, with azure wallpaper covering all four walls and a suite of black walnut furniture, a classic minimalist style. There was a single bed, its sheets crisp and smooth, with visible creases from ironing. A single sofa sat beside the bed, its surface bathed in the warm afternoon sun, casting a golden glow on it.
Luo Wenyuan had a faint smell of alcohol on him, and he sat on the bed with Qingshan in his arms.
"Are you sleepy? Do you want to take a nap?"
Qingshan only needs three or four hours of sleep a day, and even though he drinks a little, he doesn't feel very tired.
"Not sleepy! Wen Yuan, this sofa of yours looks familiar to me. Is it the one in your dormitory during military training?"
Luo Wenyuan buried his face in Qingshan's neck and hummed in a nasal voice.
The black sofa is luxurious and elegant, but the walnut wood on the armrests has changed color, which shows that it has been used for many years.
"This sofa belongs to my uncle. It cost him more than half a year's allowance to buy it. It's a foreign product, so rare. When I was a child, he often held me on the sofa and told me stories. Later... I have kept the sofa and can't bear to throw it away. Every time I see it, I feel like my uncle is still here..."
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