Kizaru Fruit Novels & Stories

She knew the man likes to cook . Long Zhan gives two of his baskets to his fiance as his farm already had the vegetables farm and knew his fiance space is a static space . He can see how much she likes the vegetables here. After an hour ,they brought to the fruit orchard . Most of them exclaimed to see the fruit orchard. According to the butler. There are seven types of fruits in the orchards. Each types of fruits is in two hundred metres wide and long lands. So they will spend fifteen to twenty minutes in each land . They are given five baskets to fills the fruits , so the butler ask them to choose properly. The first place is apples , second peach, third grapes , fourth lychee , fifth oran

“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.

It had been a year since Prince Zaitan last heard of Prince Zumir, and their concern grew—he could reappear at any moment. Kwaban spoke first. “Prince Zumir traveled to the enchanted tree near the Falls of Purity, whose pink waters are known to erase memories. He reportedly ate a fruit from the tree—fruit that changes the appearance of whoever eats it. But before he could leave, he was pushed into the falls. He either drowned or survived. The white vampire Layron also ate one of those fruits, already bitten by Zumir. Anyone who eats a half-eaten fruit takes on the appearance of the previous biter,” Kwaban explained.

Ziora said with a smile on her face, she picked the fruit and dropped it down, "It's papaya, I can't have it." "Why can't you have papaya? It's your favorite fruit," I stared at her with confusion written on my face. Ziora looked down at her tummy and smiled shyly, "You are going to be an aunt," She whispered shyly. "Oh my gosh," my hands found their way to my mouth. "Congratulations," I spread my arms and gave her a light hug. "Thanks," Ziora blushed, she tucked her hair behind her ears shyly.