Xiao Xian held onto that half of the melon, and after returning home, Zhuo Feng asked about the origin of the melon and huffed, then didn't eat it, just sat on the sofa with arms crossed.
Feng Xing, after showering, ate some of the melon and couldn't stop praising it.
"What's there to praise? You guys actually enjoy a melon given by that old man. Just you wait, I'll also grow melons that are thousands and millions of times tastier. It's just a Hami melon. How delicious can it get?" Not convinced, Zhuo Feng also cut a piece and crammed a huge chunk into her mouth.
The other two pairs of eyes on the sofa were staring at her motionless cheeks, almost swallowing Zhuo Feng's tongue with the melon.
"So sweet, how can it be this sweet, and so crisp," Zhuo Feng almost wanted to slap her own unguarded mouth, "Actually, it's not that sweet, just a little bit sweeter than normal ones, maybe they used some kind of chemical."
