The two watermelons were just the right size. With a gentle punch, the glossy green rind cracked open, revealing the bright red flesh inside, almost glaring.
Yang Zhengxi felt indignantly helpless because his stomach was already filled with water. Now, just looking at the watermelons made him want to burp. How was he supposed to eat more than the others?!
The young boy let out a helpless sigh.
His expression was so vivid that Song Tan couldn't help but laugh: "Don't worry, we'll keep looking and pick a few more. We'll save one just for you."
The little lamb's inner grievances were immediately soothed.
Lun Chuan, meanwhile, kept staring at his phone, holding a watermelon hesitantly, "Is this one ripe?"
Song Tan looked down, "Wow, you picked well!" She plucked it without hesitation.
Lun Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, "I was reviewing watermelon-picking knowledge. Although I still can't fully distinguish the stems, I noticed differences where the rind patterns have spread."
