"Ah, this is comfortable—"
Just after spending a peaceful Christmas Eve in the modern world, Lu Zheng the very next day dragged Liu Qingyan and Shen Ying to the Hundred Springs Valley to soak in the hot springs.
Shen Ying took a bite of the snake fruit and then smacked her lips, "It feels average, not as tasty as those crispy, sweet ones."
Lu Zheng shrugged. Those crispy sweet ones are top-notch Red Fujis, of course. Everyone's taste is different; some people just like the softer kind.
Liu Qingyan giggled as she popped a grape into her mouth, then fed one to Lu Zheng, "Being able to eat grapes in the middle of winter, Qingyan never even dared to imagine it before."
Shen Ying laughed, "Once I develop a fruit garden behind the Peach Blossom Forest, isolated from the cold, we can also eat fruits and vegetables in winter."
Isn't that just a greenhouse? Modern people can solve it with physics, ancient people can also solve it with spells.
