From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 317

Anthea had only ever seen a raspberry once when she was a child. After that, they seemed to have vanished off the face of the Earth. Forget wild raspberries; even getting your hands on a strawberry was considered a luxury. People's daily meals were replaced by tasteless nutrient solutions.

So, when Anthea spotted a bush of wild raspberries, her eyes lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July. "Sherman, hold up here for a sec," she called out. Sherman, puzzled but compliant, nodded slightly and waited as Anthea instructed.

Quickly, Anthea fashioned a makeshift pouch out of large leaves and began filling it with raspberries until it was brimming with juicy red fruit. Holding the pouch, Anthea felt a wave of accomplishment wash over her. She popped a raspberry into her mouth and was pleasantly surprised. It was sweeter and more tangy than she remembered—like a burst of nostalgia.

"Sherman, wanna give it a try?" she offered, extending the pouch towards him. Sherman hesitated. His penchant for cleanliness made him wary of the unwashed, oddly shaped fruit. What if a snake had slithered over them? But he couldn't resist Anthea's offer. With a graceful motion, he picked a raspberry, momentarily setting aside his concerns about cleanliness, and tasted it. It was swiftly swallowed after a few chews.

"If you like them, you can have them all," Anthea said, noticing how quickly Sherman ate. She handed over the leaf pouch filled with raspberries to him. Sherman was taken aback, "Aren't you having any?"