Fruit Basket Momiji Novels & Stories

His mother giggled lightly and said. "Son, I am going out for a bit!" His mother asked suddenly. "Huh, going out!" Shi Tian asked, "Mother, where are you going?" "I am going to the mountains to pick up some Spirit Fruit." His mother replied lightly. "Almost two months ago, I went into the mountains looking for herbs. At that time, I spotted a tree of the Fifth Ranked Spirit Fruit, the Golden Peach Fruit. But the fruit hadn't matured then that's why I didn't harvest them then. Think of it, it should be going to mature soon. Your aunt is not present, so I have to go out myself to pick them up." Mother said as she looked at Shi Tian.

"Who does that, Raina? Who drives across town to drop off bread for an old woman he barely knows?" I didn't answer. I was tying my apron and pretending the heat that had crawled up the back of my neck was from the kitchen. By the next Tuesday, there was fruit. A whole basket of it, sitting in the center of the counter when I arrived after school. Mangoes. Cherries. Strawberries so red they looked painted. The kind we never bought ourselves because my mother always clicked her tongue at the prices and walked past. "For the family," she told me he'd said.

Ava frowned as she ate the last of the fruit basket. It was filled with some of the most delicious fruits: the juiciest grapes, strawberries, and mangoes. It was truly something she would definitely go and buy for herself in the future. Ava wanted to buy one now but she was leaving the country in a few hours and surely could not finish it in that amount of time.

Barun said, gesturing them to leave. Miria followed her grandfather with another glance at the warehouse. “Who was that, grandfather?” “That’s my friend from Deleima. He transported fruits and vegetables from their village,” the old man answered. “Oh, does he also transport Derima fruit? The fruit that has smaller fruits inside it that’s orange in color?” Miria asked, looking a bit curious. “Oh yes, and he ever gave me one at lunch break. It taste sour, yet sweet, it was nice,” Barun said, smiling as he remembered the taste. “Sadly, it’s quite expensive.”

Modok's Father takes it from my hands and his sister smiles at me. "In Xiu's culture, bringing fruit is a symbol of good luck and fortune," Modok says, explaining my gift, and the family again beams at me. "Well isn't that wonderful. Thank you for such a thoughtful gift," his mother says and I relax a little. His family seems to have accepted me. His Father sets the fruit basket on a counter before glancing at the screen again. "Looks as if you were partially correct," Modok's Father says and all of our attention shifts back to the screen.

Hilda says, walking towards me. "Yes. It's so sad they would not be mine." I reply, adding a smile to conceal my sadness. "It's okay. It's business." Mum pats my hair. "We got you some fruits. They are in the basket." She adds, hoping to change the topic. I look to see the hand woven basket filled with apples, grapes and kiwis at the top of the mini refrigerator, covered in polka dots napkin. I turn to her. "Thank you, mum."

There it was, two dome guards and a cart packed with items bearing my name. I signed the clipboard and rolled the cart in myself. My heart fluttered a little at the gesture, even if he hadn’t said it in person. Inside were chilled Moscato bottles, a small wooden box of dark Swiss truffles, cartons of almond and hazelnut milk, a pack of organic blueberry smoothies, two packs of Pringles, pearled dragon fruits, pink guavas, and a crate of rare Japanese white strawberries, sweet, plump, and soft to the touch.

I cut down the wild creepers, removed unnecessary climbers as much as she could. Once the maze of creepers and climbers was cleared, Sia realized that there were a few fruit trees too. Surprisingly none of them were taller than 5 feet. Sia felt like she had won a lottery ticket. There was a cherry tree, mango tree, litchi tree, and a few bushes of chocoberries. Her stomach growled in response to the bushes laden with ripe, brown chocoberries. She plucked some of them and rushed to wash them. There was no kitchen or a sink. So, she took them to the bathroom.

Nelson answered their questions with a warm smile, sharing a bit about himself and his reunion with Maiari. With his basket filled to the brim, Nelson made his way to the fruit section. He carefully selected a variety of fruits—sweet mangoes, juicy pineapples, and plump, ruby-red strawberries. Maiari had always loved fruit, and he wanted to make sure she had plenty of options. With his shopping complete, Nelson headed back to his car, the morning sun now casting a warm golden glow over the market. He couldn't wait to return to the cottage and prepare a delicious breakfast for Maiari, using the fresh ingredients he had just purchased.

"It's a vacation place. There are naturally these little things in the small shop. Because there must be a child in the shop." He pointed to the mountain outside. "What's more, it's a good place to put bamboo basket in the deep lake." ... When they arrived at the small store, Gladyce looked around and found that there were indeed some people selling bamboo ribbons. "Uncle!" Like a child, Gladyce touched the bamboo basket on the shelf and said, "There really is! It's very beautiful." "Haha." Mo Fei smiled faintly. "There's something more interesting."