"This isn't right."
Seeing the string of tender green little discs in his palm, Fang Mo could not hold back anymore. "Where are the promised plums? How did they turn into elm seedlings instead... Are you really a Ten Thousand Year Cold Plum spirit or not?"
"These are my little plum blossoms."
Mei Po looked utterly certain and serious. "I am definitely a human form transformed from a Ten Thousand Year Cold Plum!"
"Forget it."
Fang Mo did not want to argue with her any further. There was clearly something wrong with her head, so he simply reached out to pick the tender green elm seedlings. "Not a big deal. This stuff is edible too. Later, I'll mix it with some Spirit Noodles and cornmeal, then steam it in a pot..."
"Stop picking them! Stop picking them!"
But before he had even picked half a bowl, Mei Po covered her little head and retreated several steps. "I don't have many left myself! At least leave me a couple of plums!"
"You're still calling them plums? These are clearly fucking elm seedlings, okay?"
As Fang Mo spoke, he pulled off another large handful and tossed them into the bowl. "Come on, tell me. What decent person's plums grow like this?"
"I... I..."
Mei Po seemed stumped by the question, but very quickly, she appeared to get flustered. "You... how can you be so selfish?! Pah!!!"
After saying that, she turned and ran out of the artifact-refining hall.
In the blink of an eye, she vanished without a trace.
"Nutcase."
Fang Mo ignored her and merely pinched off a small tender elm seedling, tossing it into his mouth for a taste. "Mm, smacked smacked..."
The first taste was a marvelous fresh sweetness mixed with a distinctive grassy fragrance. Its texture was crisp,