"3.2 million?!! Oh my god, good thing I don't really like fruit. At most, I eat some oranges once in a while."
Hearing Miko Yotsuya's words, Hana Yurikawa hugged the little Hami melon in her arms even tighter. Two Hami melons selling for such an outrageous price really did sound like something that group from the agricultural cooperative would do.
Though she thought it was a little expensive, Hana quickly washed the surface of the Hami melon in her hands, then used a fruit knife to cut it into several pieces and place them on a plate.
When she came over to Griseo, she directly handed the biggest piece to her.
"Here, Griseo."
"Thank you, Hana."
Without standing on ceremony, Griseo accepted it. There was no need for such politeness with Griseo, even if this thing really was expensive.
Even after she started earning manuscript fees, she probably still wouldn't be able to achieve fruit freedom.
She took a small bite. It was not as sweet as she had imagined—just decent.
"Is it good?"
Hana held a piece in her own hand as she asked Griseo.
"Mhm."
Griseo nodded. Though it was expensive, at least there was no need to worry about defects. It was all right.
"That's good..."
A little while later, Mrs. Yurikawa had nearly finished preparing lunch.
Miko and Hana both went to help carry out the dishes and place them on the dining table.
Looking at the clean table before her, Miko felt a little relieved. Fortunately, Griseo had destroyed that evil spirit's head on the table earlier. Otherwise, she would have had to eat while facing that thing.
Forget the psychological pressure—she definitely would not have had much of an appetite.
Now it was fine. There was nothing there. The table was spotless.
Mrs.