Lu Yuan followed him to the small guardhouse next door. He unloaded the basket and said with a smile,
"Uncle Zhong, these are plums that my wife and I picked on the hill behind our house. They taste pretty good, so I brought some over for you and Master Wang."
Upon hearing that it was plums, Zhong Quanyong withdrew his hand from the basket.
Saliva immediately began to secrete from his mouth, and his eyes involuntarily narrowed.
Seeing this, Lu Yuan couldn't help but find it amusing.
I took one and handed it to him.
"Try it, it's not sour at all, it's very sweet."
Zhong Quanyong was skeptical. He took the plum, stared at it for a couple of seconds, wiped it on his clothes, and then took a small bite with a look of grim determination.
It has a sweet taste with a hint of tartness, making it very refreshing.
They finished it in two bites and praised it highly.
"These plums are delicious. I never knew plums could taste so good."
Every time I ate plums before, they were always sour, astringent, and bitter—utterly unpalatable.
Even if it tastes terrible, many people will still snatch it all up before it's fully ripe, given that there's hardly any fruit available all year round.
Lu Yuan grabbed another handful and gave it to him.
"Find a bag or basket, I'll give you half, and I'll take the rest to Master Wang."
"Okay, okay, thank you so much, sir!"
He told him to wait a moment, then hurried off to the office building.
He returned shortly afterward with a cloth bag and a handful of receipts, which he handed directly to Lu Yuan.
"Don't refuse. We didn't pay you. It wasn't easy for you to get these tickets. We got them from my nephew. He has a lot of tickets."
Lu Yuan never intended to refuse.
After exchanging a few polite words, he accepted the gift with a smile and thanked him repeatedly.
A casual glance, and my eyes widened in shock.
Wow, there's even a bicycle ticket!
He really wanted to hug the old man in front of him and shout: You are my dear uncle!
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