The fire in the stove burned fiercely, making a beautiful sound. Every so often, there would be a clear, crisp pop. I'm not sure if it had to do with the pine trees or not.
The smoke carried a pine fragrance, pleasant when light but choking when thick.
Huai Xu had already returned with several purchases, such as spices and meats that needed marinating; he seemed quite enthusiastic about it. If it weren't for Zheng Zhilan explaining that vegetables would be fresher in the morning and receiving everyone's agreement, he probably would have run off to buy them as well.
Zheng Zhilan alone couldn't stop him.
I don't know why.
"Here!"
A hand filled with cherries stretched out in front of Zhou Li.
When Zhou Li looked up, he saw a supremely smug Huai Xu, who tilted his chin at him, signaling him to take them without ceremony.
"What?"
"Sweet cherries!"
"Of course I know... no, these are called 'imported cherries.' No, I mean, where did these come from?"
