Chop Chop Fruit Novels & Stories

was all I could say. "Yes! They're a sight worth seeing. There's also Jabuticaba, which grows directly on the trunk of its tree, looking like black grapes hugging the bark. Very mystical-looking. And then.... there's Black Sapote (Chocolate Pudding Fruit). It's green on the outside, but the flesh is dark and sweet like pudding. Honestly, the list is endless. Oh, and there's also Cloudberry. It's golden and soft, almost like tiny glowing suns. Sigh, I wish I could have snapped some or something."

His shoes are gone from the door. On the kitchen counter sits coffee. Hot. It’s in my chipped blue mug. There is a plate beside it: scrambled eggs, toast cut diagonally, and a small bowl of fruit. The grapes are cut in half. I stare at them. That’s how I cut Mia’s grapes. That’s what mothers do, cut grapes in half so their kids don’t choke. And he did it for me. On my plate. My grapes. Cut in half. I don’t know what to do with that.

I looked down at the chopping board and I realized I have been focusing on listening to their conversation and I forgot to continue chopping after the knife almost cut my hand. "Sorry, I'm kind of slow when it comes to chopping." I lied, smiling awkwardly. "It's fine, take your time. It's not like I need it immediately now." She replied, walking back to where she was before. I continued chopping, erasing the thoughts of Clair crushing on Ducalion away from my mind not wanting to chop off my hands along with the potatoes. Hours have passed by, we have finished everything that needs to be done. Set the dining and all, what we are waiting for now is the arrival of Ducalion and his brother.

‘What exactly are these Fortune Fruits? He felt like Sophie was manipulating him. However, he urgently needed to learn some powerful martial art skills. After pondering for a while, he gritted his teeth and agreed. “Alright. I’ll do it.” “Hehe!” Sophie giggled and said, “Great!” She suddenly disappeared. Ten seconds later, she reappeared where she last stood. In her hands was a white fruit slightly larger than an apple, with a magical aura flowing from it. The fruit looked very mysterious.

Xiao Chen cleared his throat and said with a serious expression, "Brother Koo-chee, how many fruits do you have? Give them all to me." "Koo-chee, Koo-chee, Koo-chee." The Koo-chee beast looked happy and handed Xiao Chen four Seven-apertured Octarine Core Fruits. Xiao Chen did not frown even a little bit when he put the four fruits into his mouth one by one. He chewed and swallowed them. A moment later, Gui Xian walked in and said with a smile, "It seems the girl always has a measure." "Burp..."

Cherry grimaced making fake gagging sounds. "Why?" "Because they have black eyes with long green legs!." Cherry exclaims as if the fruit was a villain. "Black eyes? Long green legs? Are talking about the seed?" "Exactly." "Aargh! Cherry, those things are not legs." Maria buries her face into her palms and rests them on the small counter, Maria felt like knocking herself out with the edge of the kitchen counter if it will recuse her from this madness. Trying to reason with pregnant Cherry is putting her mental state at test.

I stood beside Lily, sleeves rolled up, flipping mushrooms in the pan while Lily chopped herbs with the practiced grace of someone who found therapy in cooking. “Careful with those mushrooms,” Lily warned with a grin, watching me nearly flip one onto the counter. “Antonio thinks anything less than golden brown is a crime.” I laughed, cheeks already flushed—not from embarrassment, but from the fact that I could feel Enzo’s gaze drilling into my back from across the room. He was pretending to scroll through something on his phone while leaning casually against the kitchen archway, shirt clinging to his chest, sleeves pushed to his elbows. Too casual. Too focused on absolutely nothing.

Both hands gripped the hilt of the knife, raising the knife above her head and then dropping it heavily, her expression was serious, how it looked like she was chopping someone, but at this moment, what Lilith was holding in her hand wasn't a machete, it was a chopper, and his target wasn't a human being, it was just an ordinary carrot. Watching Lilith 'hand-slice' the carrot, Zo's mom's head was filled with black lines.

I was making something for dinner that required vegetables and I was already at the counter when I heard him come in and without thinking I turned and held out the knife and said chop those please and gestured at the pile of vegetables beside me. He took the knife. Then he looked at the vegetables. Then he looked at the knife. Then he looked at me with the expression of a man who had made a tactical error in agreeing to something before fully understanding what was being asked of him. "You don't know how to chop vegetables," I said. "I know how to chop vegetables," he said. He chopped the vegetables. Badly. Not dangerously badly. Just inefficiently badly, the uneven irregular chopping of som