Chapter 276: Transcendent Qing (13)
Then Seol Iri turned to walk away again.
“Wait—where are you going now?”
“Fruit...”
Even she didn’t sound convinced. Her voice trailed off, vague and uncertain.
“Do you even know the difference between what’s edible and what’s not? Wasn’t Binggung just a block of ice with nothing else in it?”
“I can tell the difference between an apple and something that’s not.”
“Oh, for—come on. You think apples just grow on the hills behind temples or something? And it’s almost July! What apples are you hoping to find?”
Qing may not be a survival expert, but she was an expert at foraging random crap from the mountains.
Let’s be clear—not a survivalist. Just a scrounger. Someone who picked up whatever her body could digest, not because she knew what was safe, but because her constitution made her basically immune to poison.
She did know the difference between tasty and not-tasty though. And usually, for regular people, “not-tasty” was synonymous with “will kill you.”
“So then, what does grow this time of year?”
“This season? Hm. Peaches, maybe? They might still be a little underripe.”