Fruit Basket Sohma Novels & Stories

Her voice, though slightly muffled, remained polite and professional. “How can we help you, ma’am?” she asked. “Good morning,” Ivy replied, offering a calm, composed smile. Without wasting time, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a neatly folded list. The list the system had showed her. The list containing all important farm produce. “I’ve already prepared what I need,” she added, handing it over. The saleswoman took it and began reading. Slowly… her brows lifted. “Ten-year-old fruit saplings… apple, fig, and jujube… three of each,” she read aloud, her tone shifting slightly as surprise crept in. “And vegetables of all kinds—tomatoes, spinach, lettuce, onions…”

“What are your ideas, Miya?” I swallowed. “There are a few changes that could be made to the menu,” I said, “but one that has really been on my mind is the lemon pie. I picked up some prickly pears on my way in this morning, and I thought that the juice would add an excellent sweetness to the pie.” Samara raised her eyebrows. “Prickly pears, you say?” I nodded. “I know they are the national fruit of Fresonia.” Beside me, Fiona huffed.

Cool huh, an untamed dog suddenly becoming a meek little puppy that is careful not to bark. I approached the tall windows and saw how crowded it was outside. The media and some paparazzi were there too. Sales crews assisted Rhio as he passed through the stalls and picked each type of fruit he could see. Jasmin wouldn’t be able to eat all of it before they rot. “Did we get all the fruit varieties in the cart?” Rhio turned to me. “Absolutely.” “Good. What else does a pregnant woman needs?” I noticed the salesladies eyes widened.

He brought the basket he’d been holding onto and set it down on the table for the Goddess Queen to see. The basket made with wooden weaves was filled with multiple green-colored fruits. The fruit was called Nori. It was a seasonal fruit and it would only grow around this time of the year in Ehrlich’s soil. Even then, the fruit only grew in the warmest areas down south. Its yield was drastically low, so it was quite difficult to find them in numbers. “It’s been a long time since I saw this!” Alicia looked at the basket with genuine excitement. For the past six years, the time she spent in Coulson, she had never gotten the chance to eat her favorite fruit.

Susan said, smiling. Nisha smiled. Helping others makes her happy. And making others happy makes her even more happy. "It's nothing much, really." She asked, picking up a piece of cabbage as dropping it on the cutting board. "What are you making?" Nisha asked Susan. "Salad." Susan replied. "Is that the alpha's favourite?" Nisha asked. "Fruit salad is. But I don't have enough fruits, especially the ones he love." Susan replied. Nisha went and gathered the fruits, which could be found in the garden Maddox showed her.

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.

I asked. "Suma's wife turned out to be extraordinary! I just did not think until there. In my brain, this wood is the trash that fills up this place. Sometimes, employees split them for firewood. Great!" said Abah Mahmud by giving me a thumbs up. I smiled and nodded respectfully at him. After chatting for a while, we excused ourselves to go home. Abah drove us to the gate. Pak Salim half-runs carrying bananas towards us. "This is tree ripe banana, Product from the garden. Don't be turned down!" Abah Mahmud's orders. Mas Suma opened the trunk of the car. Not only Mr. Salim, apparently there were other employees carrying large baskets, Filled with fruits.

Bethany Sherburne had a big smile on her face as she carried the bowl of dragon fruit smoothies that Shiloh had been talking about since yesterday. In her country, dragon fruit is everywhere, cheap, and way sweeter than plain old fruit. Ever since Shiloh tried it, he's been obsessed with the fruit. Shiloh always asks Bethany to make acai bowls for his breakfast, but here, only certain places sell dragon fruit that's good quality.

Using him for balance we went up the stairs and I saw the sailors loading crates into carriages. “Are all of these going back?” I asked. “Ye.” “What’s in them?” I peered at one, thinking I saw a bit of fruit. “Mostly strawberries.” Sebastian leapt down from a higher level, landing agilely and sauntering to us. “Strawberries? That seems an awful lot!” “Can never have enough.” Bast said solemnly. But something about the look on his face had me laughing. Strawberries are what he values... It was funny.

Reena said with a playful tone, "Yeah, Sushma, will you take us there? We are eager to see what's on the menu!" Intrigued by the prospect, Roy added, "What's so special about the cafeteria? Is there something unique or different about it?" Before Sushma could respond, Ana said, with a hint of anticipation, "I bet they serve homegrown fruits and vegetables, don't they, Sushma?" Sushma chuckled, acknowledging Ana's guess, and replied, "You are right, madam! Our cafeteria takes pride in serving meals made with fresh, homegrown fruits and vegetables. We have our organic garden on campus, where we cultivate a variety of produce."