Irina shook her head, then suddenly froze after taking the “potato” from him.

“Why is it purple? Have they been exposed to the sun? Green potatoes are poisonous.”

Winston’s solemn expression grew gentler as he gazed at her and said, “Not only are there purple ones, there are also green, red and white ones.”

As he spoke, he found stone fruits of these few colors.

“It’s just that yellow ones tend to ripen first, so I dug out more of them. I only came back now because I spent some time trying to find all the colors.” Winston felt glad that he had found all of them. Irina is still...