"If you try to peel it vertically, the soft, juicy flesh might get squeezed by your fingers, making it slip. You could end up cutting your skin or fingers with the knife."
"If you cradle it like this, the mango won't move around."
As long strips of peel fell to the ground, the golden flesh was exposed to the air, releasing a rich, sweet mango fragrance.
The scent alone made his stomach rumble in anticipation.
Mango juice dripped continuously between his fingers. He didn't even dare grip it; the ripe mango was so soft that the slightest squeeze would make the flesh burst.
If any juice got on his clothes, he'd have to wash them before wearing them again, or else it would attract insects and ants.
He had no desire to run around naked in the wild.
He licked his chapped lips but didn't rush to take a bite. Instead, he held his combat knife vertically and made three cuts into the mango, followed by one horizontal slice.
