Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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Xie Jingchen, upon hearing his little wife speak, immediately cooperated by using his spiritual power to pick all the oranges from several large trees—green, partially ripe, and fully ripe—and stashed them all into the Space Button, incidentally earning a dissatisfied pat on the shoulder from Yan Jinsu.

Xie Jingchen narrowed his eyes with amusement, then picked two oranges that were partially ripe and handed them to her, coaxing:

"Wife, we have been hurrying all afternoon and haven’t had lunch. It’s not good to eat too many unripe ones; they could upset the stomach with their sourness."

It wasn’t that he was teasing her with any ulterior motives; he genuinely knew his little wife preferred sweets over sour flavors. The occasional swallowing must be her salivating over the scent of the oranges.

"Mmm, then you split half the oranges with me later... I want the green-skinned ones!" Yan Jinsu stubbornly continued to set her sights on the green-skinned oranges.

"No, let’s split them evenly. It’s okay to eat some green-skinned ones, but eating too many can hurt the teeth."

"Hmph." Yan Jinsu leaned into his ear and hummed softly in response, having already tossed her weapon back into the space, her small hands now peeling the skin of a partially ripe orange.

Although the juice made her hands dirty and sticky, the scent of the fruit became even stronger in the air, whetting Yan Jinsu’s appetite before she even began to eat, making her swallow eagerly.

Xie Jingchen, smelling this sour scent, felt his own teeth go on edge without having eaten anything! He pulled a wry face, watching his little wife’s small head on his shoulder with a mixture of helplessness and indulgence, and continued the motion of ’picking’ wild fruits with his hands.