"Madam, don't worry. My crispy plums are definitely delicious! If you don't believe me, try two first! If you think they're delicious, buy my plums!" The man was an honest person. After putting down the two baskets, he chose a few of the freshest crispy plums and handed them over.
Li Xiaoran didn't mind. After she took the crispy plums, she asked someone to fetch water. Then, she washed them and placed them in her mouth to eat.
She took a bite. It was indeed crispy.
Soon, juice flowed out as she chewed.
This crispy plum was 70% sweet and 30% sour. The taste was just right and suited Li Xiaoran's preferences.
In the modern era, many fruits were overly sweet.
Li Xiaoran didn't like to buy such fruits.
They were really too sweet. A sour and sweet taste was her favorite.
After eating a few in a row, Li Xiaoran smiled at the man in front of her.
