Kiyono Lin didn't eat the tomato, she took out her phone, squatted down, and started taking photos of the tomatoes and eggplants hanging on the branch.
"It's supposed to be a symbol of good neighborly relations, isn't it? How did it turn into stealing?" she asked while snapping pictures.
"He's not from our village."
Dubian Che had already finished eating the tomato, and casually tossed the stem onto the ground.
After Lord Kiyono, who had never seen much of the world, finished photographing the coriander from every angle, they secured the greenhouse door and continued their stroll.
"This village, it's desolate but not decaying." Kiyono Lin observed the sun rising from over the mountains.
"Yeah, it's like my house: old, but not broken." Dubian Che also gazed at the distant mountains.
"What is summer like here?"
"Everywhere you look is filled with fresh green, the mountain azaleas cry out."
"Is there no bonito?" Kiyono Lin diverted her gaze back to Dubian Che.
