Maya's lips curled into a bright smile, showing no sign of anger, and even a hint of playful triumph.
The staff felt a sinking feeling, immediately sensing something was off.
Soon, their bad premonition was confirmed.
After the recent incident, Maya picked fruits without any restraint, and each time she picked one, she pretended to be so hungry that she was about to stuff it into her mouth.
The staff identified the type of fruit she was holding and frequently intervened to stop her.
In this way, with the "assistance" of the staff, Maya quickly gathered several more types of non-toxic wild fruits in just a few minutes.
Maya lightly patted the bundle of wild fruits in her arms in satisfaction, smiled, and said to the photographer next to her, "I've already collected so many types of wild fruits, there's no need for you to stop me from going back anymore, is there?"
The surrounding staff looked perplexed, all wearing expressions of existential questioning.
