Qian Baobao quickly got up and ran outside to check the situation.

There was indeed a small basket at the door, and the small basket contained a basket of nuts.

"Where did this come from?" Qian Baobao asked.

Han Che reached out and scratched the back of his head, then shook his head: "I don't know. As soon as I opened the door, the basket of nuts was placed outside!"

Jin Zi ran to the door and looked around, and found that there was nothing unusual in the yard and no one.

He bent down gently and picked up the small basket from the ground.

"Baby, I'll take these in the house and put them back to him if someone comes to find them."

Han Che couldn't help rolling his eyes. Since they were delivered to the door, they must have been sent here on purpose. It was not accidentally thrown away, so no one would come to search for it!

Qian Baobao and Han Che had the same idea, but neither of them said this.

After breakfast, the sausage and bacon in the kitchen were also smoked. Everyone took the sausage and bacon out of the kitchen and hung it on the persimmon tree to dry.

It takes several days to dry.

The leaves on the persimmon tree have fallen out, and are covered with small persimmons, red, like small red lanterns, looking particularly cute under the blue sky.

Qian Baobao lit his toes and picked a persimmon from the tree.

The persimmons are soft and ripe.

She gently cut a little skin with her nails, and immediately a thick persimmon flesh was about to flow out.

Qian Baobao quickly lowered his head and took a sip on the persimmon. The soft and rotten persimmon flesh was instantly sucked into his mouth.

"So sweet! It's already ripe!" Qian Baobao said.

Now the season is early winter. When you wake up in the morning, you will see a layer of frost on the ground. The persimmons made from frost are sweeter than honey.

Han Che quickly climbed onto the tree, picked the largest and reddest persimmon, put it in his mouth and ate it, and was instantly drunk by the sweet taste.

He picked another one and threw it at Jin Zi.

Jin Zi reached out and caught it.

"It's very sweet, Jin Zi, please try it!"

Jin Zi also took a bite and it was really sweet.

Han Che moved gently on the tree, and two ripe persimmons fell to the ground in an instant.

‘Pa’’ ‘Pa’

Two big, nice and sweet persimmons fell to the ground and fell into meat paste.

The three of them looked at the two persimmons falling to the ground, looking regretful.

Han Che stretched out his finger and gently poked a persimmon next to him. The persimmon was very soft. If you put a little harder, the persimmon would fall to the ground like the first two persimmons and fall into a meat paste.

Han Che stood on the tree, not daring to move, for fear that the persimmon would fall down again and turn into a meat paste.

"If we don't eat them quickly, they will soon fall to the ground and fall to pieces." Jin Zi said, looking at the persimmons all over the trees with regret.

Han Che also hurts very much.

"But we can't finish all the fruits all over the tree in one go!"

Qian Baobao suddenly had a lit up his eyes, "We can pick them all and make them into persimmon cakes!"

"Can this guy make pancakes?" Han Che looked confused.

"Yes, persimmon cakes can be stored for a long time, and the sweetness is similar to that of persimmons."

"Then let's make persimmon cakes as soon as possible!" Han Che said.

"Well, let's pick all the persimmons first!"

Han Che was on the tree, Jin Zi and Qian Baobao were under the tree, and they began to pick persimmons.
Chapter completed!