Upon breaking it open, as expected, it was the golden legend. Although he didn't choose the durian, Xu Qingfan still felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.
A small durian filled a big plate, and Xu Qingfan picked out a few not-so-pretty pieces, removed the seeds, compressed them, and placed them on a foil tray.
He opened the oven to preheat, planning to bake the durian later.
"Qingfan, you're in the kitchen, come out and see if this wheelchair is usable." Wen Wanqing somehow appeared at the kitchen door, waving at him.
"Oh, okay." Xu Qingfan washed his hands clean, dried them on his body, and followed her out.
In the living room, Lin Qiaoshan was wiping the wheelchair with a cloth. Because it had been covered while idle, it still looked almost new.
"This is the one from junior high, right? Uncle and Auntie, you still kept it?" Xu Qingfan curiously asked.
