Yangyang's mouth twitched at the words, "Yueyue, your taste in admiration is really unique. Is this ball of spikes also called pretty?"
"I'll shake it again, and you all pick them up," Yang Chuxia said, shaking a thicker branch this time.
Once it seemed enough, Yang Chuxia stopped and climbed down from the tree.
The children below carefully tossed the chestnut burrs into the basket one by one.
"Mom, are there any other fruit trees?" After finishing, Yangyang asked again.
"It's getting late. Let's go back for today," Yang Chuxia replied, "After breakfast tomorrow, we'll come again and visit other places. I remember there are jujube trees ahead from last time I came."
"Alright, I can't wait to eat the candied hawthorns mom makes," Yangyang said with a laugh, "and the lazy persimmons mom makes."
"Lazy persimmons aren't that fast; they'll take a day or two."
"Is that so? I hate waiting the most," Yangyang shook his head, and tossed a hawthorn from the basket into his mouth.
