"Mom, I canât get down!" Lele climbed up on a whim and now, looking at the distance from the tree to the ground, he felt a bit dazed. He forgot heâs a bit afraid of heights.
"Hahaha, son, really?"
Leleâs face turned red and he said, "Mom, I really canât get down."
"Haha!!!" Hearing this, Yangyang burst into laughter, suddenly remembering the time in Shandong, "Mom, big brotherâs afraid of heights, when he climbed a ladder in Shandong he couldnât get down."
"Then why did you go up?" Yang Chuxia was speechless.
"Watching my brother having fun, I forgot." Lele mumbled, he was watching his brother happily picking fruit. It was fine when he didnât look down, but coming down the tree is different, youâve got to look down, and when he saw the distance, it didnât feel right.
"Oh, you." Ye Ziâan shook his head, quickly stepped forward, climbed up the tree, and extended a hand to him. "Dad will carry you down!"
"Hehe, real dad is the best!" Lele smiled, grabbing Ye Ziâanâs hand and hugging his neck.
Once father and son got down, Yang Chuxia said, "Donât go climbing trees again later."
"Okay, I wonât go later." Lele nodded hastily upon hearing this.
Yueyue chimed in from behind, "Coward!"
Lele immediately turned his head, "Dad, see, she blames me, no fair."
Ye Ziâan covered his face, "Daughter, canât you watch your mouth a little? Youâll miss out on brotherly love if you keep that up."
"Oh!" She nodded, pursed her lips, and stayed silent.
"Mom, whatâs ahead?" Yangyang ignored the sibling banter and tugged on Yang Chuxia, asking.
"Mom remembers there are persimmon and chestnut trees ahead."
"Persimmons?" Yangyang nodded, "Persimmons are sweet and refreshing, way better than the hawthorn just now."
The persimmon tree wasnât far from the hawthorn place, just a short walk away.
"Wow, why are there so many on this tree?" Yangyangâs eyes lit up, "Iâm going up to pick some."
As he spoke, he quickly climbed up the tree, leaving Lele envious of his swift movements. Only now did he realize the benefits of practicing martial arts.
"Huh, Mom, why are these persimmons so hard?" Yangyang picked one, inspected it on both sides, looking very different from what he usually eats.
"The ones you usually eat are ripe, these persimmons need to be picked and put together with apples and pears for a while."
"Why do they need to be put together with apples?" Lele asked curiously.
"Because apples and pears can hasten ripening, making persimmons soften faster. Without them, persimmons soften slower," Yang Chuxia explained.
"Really?" Yangyang asked, "Mom, are we still picking persimmons? Maybe we shouldnât, since they canât be eaten immediately, itâll be agonizing to wait."
For a food lover, bringing home persimmons but not being able to eat them is worse than not picking them at all.
"Pick some, Mom will have someone make lazy persimmons for you." Yang Chuxia suggested, pointing above his head, "See those green persimmons? Pick those, making lazy persimmons from them, theyâre sweet and crunchy."
"Lazy persimmons?" Yangyang picked one and tossed it down, then asked, "Why such a strange name? Are there lazy and diligent persimmons? Isnât that a distinction for people?"
With his question, the others all looked at Yang Chuxia.
Yang Chuxia just laughed, "Donât ask me, I donât know why either, just heard seniors call them lazy persimmons."