Obviously, Sparrow Cat didn't enjoy eating, and Little Zombie didn't enjoy it either.
They both liked to hold a tomato the size of a fist, sink their little sharp teeth into it, and slowly suck on it.
Wen Yan tried one, and honestly, it really couldn't compare to the ones bought at home—those grown by villagers who had their own fields, ripened slowly on the vine. Those tomatoes were juicy, soft, and tender, with a strong tomato flavor.
In summer, you cut them into chunks, sprinkle some sugar on top, and let them marinate in the fridge. Once they're ready, that refreshing taste is one of the few things that can rival ice-cold, sandy-fleshed watermelon during summer.
Unfortunately, those sandy-fleshed watermelons are rare these days.
Wen Yan rubbed his belly—he was feeling a bit hungry too.
"Tomorrow. We'll probably be able to go home tomorrow."
Honestly, the only one genuinely happy about being away these few days was probably the ten-something-year-old girl.
