Amelia's face lit up as she eagerly devoured the mangosteen. "Hubby, you should choose the softer ones. Those that are hard are already spoiled and cannot be eaten," she instructed Kendrick, who was carefully handing her each mangosteen after opening it. Kendrick, in his earnestness, had tried to open even the hard ones.
"Oh, I see," Kendrick replied, discarding the hard mangosteen in his hand with newfound knowledge. From then on, he meticulously sorted the soft ones from the hard ones, ensuring only the best for his wife.
"Honey, the one coming from the Philippines is sweeter than the one from Vietnam," Amelia commented, savoring the taste. Alu had provided them with a bag of each from both countries.
"Okay, I will inform Alu."
"Here, Honey, try it; it is so sweet," Amelia said, placing several mangosteen seeds into Kendrick's mouth. Kendrick obediently opened his mouth, receiving whatever Amelia fed him, savoring the sweetness she shared.