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Chapter 1583

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Doudou shook his head. "No, Doudou has never seen one before. But Daddy and Doudou said that fairies from the heavens are very beautiful. Since Mother is so beautiful right now, then you must be a fairy from the heavens!"

Zhao Yun 'er was amused by Doudou's words. He was so sweet at such a young age, what would he be like when he grew up?

Doudou should be able to grow into a graceful and elegant young man by the time he was seventeen or eighteen years old.

Coupled with what he was saying to her now, his flirting skills should be very good. She would definitely be able to bring back a daughter-in-law without even doing anything herself.

With that thought, Zhao Yun 'er felt that her precious son was becoming more and more promising.

He was much better than Mu Lianfeng. Mu Lianfeng's flirting skills were probably not even half of Doudou's.

"Is that so? Is Mother really that beautiful? "

Doudou nodded heavily and said in a soft voice, "Of course, Mother. You are the most beautiful person Doudou has ever heard of."

It was said that beauty was in the eye of the beholder. It turned out that in her son's eyes, she could also become a beauty.

Zhao Yun 'er was amused by Doudou and was in a very good mood. She held Doudou's hand and was about to go down the mountain when she suddenly saw the figure of a familiar plant on the mountain.

Zhao Yun 'er looked into the depths of the forest and saw a few red things among the sparse green leaves.

It was a raspberry!

If she wasn't wrong, it should be a raspberry.

Zhao Yun 'er said to Doudou, "Doudou, just stand here for a while. Mother will go in and take a look!"

Doudou raised his cute little face and asked Zhao Yun 'er, "Mother, what are you going to see?"

Zhao Ping 'er touched Doudou's face and said, "You have to see if it's delicious. If it's delicious, I'll pick it for you to eat."

"Oh, Mother, then you go!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

Zhao Yun'er walked towards the depths of the forest. Fortunately, it was broad daylight, so there shouldn't be any danger. However, there were too many weeds on the ground, so it was easy to get scratched.

Especially the thorns on the ground. They had thorns, and when they pierced into the flesh, it would be very painful.

That was why Zhao Yun'er had asked Doudou to stand still and not come in. Otherwise, it wouldn't be worth hurting Doudou.

After spending a lot of effort, Zhao Yun'er finally walked in. When she got closer, she realized that it was indeed a raspberry.

This season was the time when the raspberries were ripe. They covered the shed and grew on the stems. They were bright red and made people drool just by looking at them.

Looking at the large patch of raspberries growing, they couldn't finish it no matter how many they picked.

Zhao Yun'er hurriedly tore off a raspberry and stuffed it into her mouth. A sweet taste filled her entire mouth, along with the fragrance of the fruit.

Zhao Yun'er remembered that when she was young, she followed behind her grandfather in the countryside. There were many raspberries on the back mountain of her grandfather's house. When the raspberries ripened, many children in the village would run up the mountain to pick them.

At that time, children had too few snacks. Raspberries were sweet and sour, and were very tempting to children.

However, because there were too many people picking the raspberries, each person could only eat a small portion during the ripening period.

Although she could eat more fruits when she grew up, they were not as delicious as the raspberries in her memory.

When she returned to the city, she didn't eat raspberries anymore.

She didn't expect that she would eat raspberries again after she transmigrated.

Perhaps it was God's blessing for her?

No matter what, seeing so many raspberries made Zhao Yun'er very excited.

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