Sasunaru Hard Lemon Novels & Stories

Zachary said, “There are no snacks in the house and I’ve used up the sauerkraut for breakfast. I’ll get someone to buy all the sour snacks right away.” Mrs. Lane walked in from the balcony and added, “Does Missus want to eat something sour? If so, I’ll go outside to get two packets of sour prunes.” “Are there Persian sour plums? Oh, it’s impossible to have Persian sour plums during this season. Just get the normal sour prunes then. I want really sour ones. I want to eat them now.” Mrs. Lane promptly went out to buy them. Liberty reminded Serenity, “You can have one at a time. Don’t eat too many of them, or your teeth will ache.”

As the group took their first sips, they were greeted by the tangy yet rejuvenating taste of the freshly squeezed lemons, perfectly balancing the sweetness and acidity. The salads, carefully prepared with slices of succulent cucumbers and tangy lemon dressing, offered a light and refreshing flavour that awakened their taste buds. The crispness of the cucumbers and the zesty citrus notes of the lemon created a harmonious blend, leaving a delightful lingering taste.

“Naka-Meguro? What’s there?” “There’s a soba place I’ve wanted to try for a while. It’s called Tokyo Dosanjin.” Sakura quickly typed it into G****e, scrolling through reviews and photos. “Oh, they use citrus in their soba?” “The citrus soba’s not in this month,” Heri grinned. “But their lunch sets still look good. Come on, get ready.” Sakura smiled faintly. Heri looked genuinely excited. While Sakura got herself ready, Heri checked his own bag—PASMO card, wallet, charger, phone. “All good,” he murmured.

Amanda looked at Sazkia. "Of course you can. Just open it! ' Amanda immediately grabbed a plastic bag filled with snacks in a white plastic bag. Purna and Nur also grabbed another plastic containing different foods and put it in a jar. She stretched out her hand to take the snacks and put them in her mouth. “Hmmm, delicious, Saz. You are always good at choosing delicious food " Sisy, who had been silent, finally took the food in the jar, mimicking Amanda's movements. Her mouth chewed the food, her heart acknowledged the truth of Amanda's words but her lips said something else.

She was stuffing her mouth with chocolates, not paying any attention to us. “Sure,” said Andrix after a short pause. “Goodnight, Alpha.” “Mm-mm…” “Hey there, Bella,” said Carson, getting in with Lexy. Why are they here? He held up a bag for her, saying, “We didn’t know what you’d like so we bought you pickled cucumbers, pickled papaya, pickled red onions… “ He took out a pack of something yellow then continued. “…pickled radish… we bought this at a Korean store. Lexy said you’d crave for sour foods.”

In front of us, prepared a small plate complete with cutlery. What else is this? I have to test too. "What is this?! How come Nagasari doesn't have any bananas?!(rice flour cake with banana) Weird!" I said opening a packet of banana leaves. "Madam, this is Nagarasi Kuning Labu," (yellow nagasar with pumpkin) she explained with a smile. But why is it delicious? I added one more. Kusuma and Amelia also ate voraciously. No wonder they are fat now. Kusuma's stomach was a bit distended.

Alodia Darreth: "There, there," Sulien says, patting my head. Seeing his disgusting hand patting my head, I roar like a predalioin and slap Sulien's disgusting hand away. "Ouch!" Sulien quickly pulls his hand back to blow and shake it. Despite the "pain", I can still see Sulien smiling as he stops blowing on his hand to take a drink. "Oh man, this is amazing. What is this again?" "It's called Amara Nectar," Eimear answers.

He threw a black credit chip at the stunned vendor and grabbed a basket. My breath caught. He grabbed a fruit with a bright, sunrise-orange rind. A citrus variety notorious for its high photochemical content—a concentrated essence of sunlight in liquid form. Deadly to vampires in large doses. Agonizing to any with vampiric blood in their system. He started shoving the peeled segments into his mouth, juice running down his chin.

“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.

What she didn’t know— was that this small act— would make him far more dangerous tonight. Soon, they arrived at the fruit-gathering area. Clar’s curiosity flared. She wanted to pick everything—but the original owner rarely left the cave. Her memory held almost nothing about these fruits. She looked at Lucas helplessly. “I know the orange one—Luna picked it before. But what’s this red one?” Lucas explained patiently. “The orange one is Sweet Fragrant Fruit. The red one is Sour Fruit.” She picked one and tasted it. Sour— very sour.