“Come, have some fruits!” A middle-aged woman took out a plate of fruits with a smile on her face after Su Tao sat down.

Su Tao analysed that this woman was Cao Rong’s wife, so he behaved casually and took a lychee. After removing the skin, he popped it in his mouth. The lychee was sweet and refreshing, so he commented, “Tastes pretty good. It should be Ancient Lychee harvested from Hu Mountain.”

This sort of lychee was produced from Ancient Lychee trees, trees that were hundreds of years old. During the Song Dynasty, when Cai Xiang, who’s a politician and calligrapher, was appointed as the Governor of Quanzhou, he exclaimed that the lychees produced in Hu Mountain were juicy and sweet. Hence, he gave it the name Ancient Lychee, which was recorded in the Record of Lychee.

Cao Rong smiled at Su Tao’s keen eyesight and smiled. “My wife likes to eat lychee, and she would make an annual trip to Hu Mountain to buy them.”

“Even I have no idea why I have such a craving for lychee.” Cao Rong’s wife, Xia Ying, smiled.

“Lychee can nourish the spleen and stomach. Aunty, do you usually have anorexia? Eating lychee is good since...