teng qingze didn't know how to react. but my mom doesn't like durians. she said that it's stinky!"
the little dumpling shook her head. " brother qingze, you're so stupid! durians aren't meant to be eaten!"
"what's it for then?"
"durians ... are meant to be knelt!" the little dumpling lectured him seriously. " make your papa kneel on a durian and apologize to your mama. then your mama will be less angry. "
teng qingze's eyes widened in shock. " this, this ... this isn't good, right? "
although he had never eaten durians before, he had seen them before. there were many fruit stalls on this island that sold durians.
not only was the fruit smelly, but its surface was also very hard and covered with sharp thorns. if he knelt on it ... how painful would that be!
his father was so good to him, how could he make his father kneel on durians?