Mu Tianzheng's expression froze as he glared at Han Cang.
"If you want to eat it, it's not impossible."
Han Cang smiled slyly. "Tell me, where can I get more of the fruits?"
To be honest, he had seen all kinds of rare treasures in his life. However, when Old Mu sent him cherries the size of a baby's fist, apples and pears the size of a basin, a potato that could be stewed and a tomato that could be eaten for three days, he was suspicious and thought that Old Mu had obtained a secret weapon to kill him.
However, only after eating did he realize that these big fruits were simply too delicious.
However, after the vegetables and fruits Old Mu sent over were gone, he felt like he was on the verge of death every day.
Therefore, no matter what, he had to find out where Old Mu bought it. Otherwise, it was very likely that he would not live to see spring next year.