Da Zhe had also been around in society. Back when he first started out, he had worked his way up from the bottom. To rise in status, he had often undermined opposing forces and infiltrated the side of their leaders to harm them in secret.
So when Wang Hu took the problematic fruit—although Da Zhe had no idea what was wrong with it, anything Maid Miss had specifically mentioned could hardly be simple—his expression remained completely unchanged. In his heart, he silently prayed for Wang Hu.
That customer who had somehow offended Maid Miss seemed to still be locked in the bathroom...
"Is this a Zhu Guo?"
Wang Hu looked at the dozen or so fruits in Da Zhe's arms with slight surprise.
"Zhu Guo?" Luo Qiu was curious too... This seemed to be an item that appeared frequently in martial arts novels.
"It is indeed Zhu Guo." Wang Hu nodded and casually took a bite. "My clan still has several Zhu Guo trees growing there. These things flower once every hundred years and bear fruit once every hundred years. Eating them can strengthen the body and improve one's constitution. Boss Luo, your employee is quite lucky to have picked more than a dozen. Even my clan only produces around a hundred each time... Eat them. They'll do you good."
Though he said this, Wang Hu did not seem to care much as he said, "But only the first few have any effect. The rest are simply for satisfying your cravings."
Even so, for Wang Hu, whose body was somewhat weak at the moment, these Zhu Guo came in handy. At the very least, they could help him recover his strength faster.
Da Zhe felt that these things were not quite as miraculous as Wang Hu claimed. He had eaten