Rice Ball Fruits Basket Novels & Stories

Instead, my eyes landed directly on the large wooden table in the center of the living room. Sitting right there was a silly mountain of fresh berries, sliced melons, and rare honeyed plums—every single one of them my favorite childhood fruits. The basket was huge, wrapped in a simple white silk ribbon without a single card or name attached to it. But the scent of rain and old ash was faintly clinging to the wicker. It was an anonymous order from the royal kitchen, a weak, silent peace offering from a king who didn't know how to use his words.

Inside, the hospital room was adorned with an assortment of fruits, pastries, and a large bouquet of flowers. Cole sat beside Phoebe's bed, carefully peeling an apple for her. Phoebe playfully quipped with a smile, "Are you thinking of opening a fruit stall here with such a variety of fruits?" Cole glanced at the fruit box on the nearby coffee table, which held kiwis, apples, strawberries, citrus fruits, bananas, grapes, pears, and even two large watermelons. Each type was neatly arranged in its own box, creating a colorful and striking display.

I admired how she turned something so simple into an adventure for the boy. Eventually, she stopped in front of a stall selling fruit in bamboo baskets, shaded by hanging herbs and dried citrus peels. She pointed to one dark-green basket filled with crimson and gold-speckled fruits. “Pick out half a basket of these,” she told the vendor, smiling down at Riven. “I think they’ll be perfect.” – I was so focused on picking through the fruit baskets that I didn’t notice anyone approaching until a slender hand with sharp, angular knuckles suddenly reached in front of me. Startled, I assumed it was Ellie and instinctively shifted to the side to make space for her.

the guy said before handing the big basket to Stella mistaking her for Naitee. " Do you know who ordered it, like details of the person? " Naitee questioned to which the delivery declined by saying " Mam, I'm just a delivery guy. I don't know anything besides the delivery addresses ". Taking the pad Naitee signed and closed the door frowning at the big basket in Stella's hand. It's a basket of dry leaves usually used for fruit gifting. Opening its lids a few baby pink colour balloons flew out of it and at the bottom of it, was written ' S ' in capital bold letters in red colour on a small note cover. Inside the basket was a big red rose bouquet of around a hundred roses.

Her gaze settled on my cherry basket. "I came to prepare medication for the King. Have you heard of durian?" I shook my head. "What is it?" "Come. I could use your help. That is, unless you’re busy." "I’m not. Lead the way." We sat on a stone bench beneath a tree outside the castle. The priestess pulled out a spiky fruit that looked more like a weapon than something edible. She placed it on the bench between us. When she split it open, the awful smell made me wrinkle my nose.

"Since last night but the fruits were from the other day." "I'm afraid the food has been spoilt already." His feet sped up and walk to the door. "I'll see you this evening." "Goodluck on the hunt!" Ritian waved madly. He waited patiently 'til Wenren's figure disappeared before opening the cabinet and then the pouch. He tossed the spoiled food with a reluctant expression. Food is hard to come by. It's such a waste to throw it like this but... he can only blame himself. Ritian ran his hand through the things he kept in the bag and exclaimed in amazement when he noticed a round, exquisite ball. It was clear, with an image of a blue cat with large white eyes glaring at him from the inside.

Raina replied with a smile. The visitors greeted Clarice too after which they settled in the living room. "You shouldn't have bothered, man," Ronald said as Gabriel handed him the basket they brought. It had wine, juice, fruits and Pie. "Jemma insisted that we brought something and not come empty-handed," he said. "Women can be so extra" Ronald groaned. "We heard you guys." Jemma and Raina chorused from the living room which caused the men to chuckle.

“Can we come inside?” Olena paused and glanced at Zinnia, silently asking. Zinnia hesitated, then gave a small nod. “You can come in,” she said quietly. The two strangers stepped inside, carrying a woven basket between them. Inside, bright apples, ripe cherries, and clusters of grapes. “We… we both wanted to give you these.” One of the girls pushed the basket forward, her gaze fixed on Olena. Olena frowned in confusion but reached out, accepting the fruit. “Sorry,” she asked cautiously, “but who sent you?”

They loved her for her good heart. As she approached the park, she took a moment to investigate the contents in the baskets. Apples, bananas, grapes, cherries... guessing to herself she made out that Jen did not know what fruits the prince would prefer so she put together whatever she could find. Shinja did not know either so she went with whatever Jen had come up with.

he said gently, “time for the next part of the surprise.” He reached over to the larger basket and unlatched it, lifting the lid. Inside, a colorful assortment of fresh fruits was neatly arranged. Juicy strawberries, sliced mangoes, bright red apples, fresh bananas, some cherries, and even a few exotic fruits she hadn’t tasted before. It looked like a painting, like someone had taken their time to prepare it just for the two of them. Kaliyah gasped lightly, her fingers already reaching for a strawberry. “Did you arrange this yourself?”