A few baskets of unsold Spiritual Peaches were piled in the corner, emitting a faint fruity fragrance;
On an old wooden table, there were a few plates of homemade dishes, and a bowl of steaming hot Spirit Grain Porridge was emitting wisps of steam.
"Sigh, how can we live through this year?"
An elderly man with a dark face and graying temples looked at the Spiritual Peaches in the corner and let out a heavy sigh.
He was Lin Qiongyu's father, an ordinary loose cultivator and fruit farmer.
"Indeed," said the woman next to him, who was mending clothes, her face filled with worry. "I heard the Wei Family will lower the price for peaches again tomorrow. If this continues, we'll barely have Spirit Stones for Jin'er's medicine, let alone enough for our family to live on."
"Dad, Mom, don't worry."
Lin Qiongyu carried a freshly served bowl of porridge, feigning a lighthearted demeanor,
