Bai Qingxia came in with a sliced watermelon and asked Qi Mo Nan to sit down and eat the watermelon. She couldn't help but complain to Song Yun, "I think your dad is really crazy."

Song Yun picked up a piece of melon and took a bite. It was sweet and juicy. She smiled and said, "My dad has been idle for so long. It's not easy for him to find something to do. I'm worried about it myself, but I see Xiaoyu doesn't object, so let them do it."

Song Ziyi finished a piece of melon in a few bites and said to Song Yun, "Sister, you haven't been back for so long, I'm sure you don't know how the tulsi pears you planted are doing now."

Song Yun's eyes lit up, "What's the result?"

Song Ziyi nodded, his eyes sparkling. "There are so many fruits, one this big." He compared it with his fist. "I was afraid the fruits would break the tree, so I used a stick to support it."

Song Yungua stopped eating and immediately got up to go to the backyard to look at the tulsi.

Qi Mo Nan and Bai Qingxia also followed curiously.

The first things I saw were the Turmeric seedlings that were grafted later. Although they all survived and grew a bit taller, they were still just seedlings and hadn't even bloomed a single flower.

What Song Yun was most concerned about was the transplanted old seedling. In less than a month, the old tulsi seedling had grown at least thirty centimeters taller than when she left last time. But to Song Yun and the others, it was still just a small sapling.

Yet, such a small sapling actually produced no less than twenty or thirty fruits, each of which was as big as Ziyi's fist, with golden skin and apple-like shape. When she got close, she could smell a faint fruity aroma, a very special smell, not any fruity scent she had ever smelled before. It was very comfortable to smell, and gave her a refreshing feeling that was invigorating and refreshing.

Ziyi swallowed and said, "I don't know if it's cooked yet."

Song Yun reached out and picked one up, "You'll know after trying it."

Bai Qingxia was a little worried, "I don't know what this is. Can I eat it?"

Song Yun took the fruit and walked towards the water tank, "Let me try it first."

Qi Mo Nan said, "Let me try."

Ziyi raised his hand, "Let me try, let me try."

Song Yun ignored them, washed the fruit and took a bite.

The skin is very thin, the flesh is delicate, the juice is very rich, and it is sweet and refreshing. The key is that after swallowing the juice, the refreshing feeling lasts for a long time, and the heat in the body is actually dispelled by a mouthful of fruit juice.

She took another bite.

Under everyone's eager gaze, he ate the tara in his hand clean, bite by bite.

Ziyi swallowed again, "Sister, do you want to eat?"

Song Yun was reluctant to throw away the core. As she peeled the seeds from the core, she said, "You can eat it, but you can't eat it now. Wait two hours."

Bai Qingxia couldn't bear to see her son drooling so greedily that she couldn't help but complain, "You don't know, Ziyi and Shuting circle this tree eight hundred times every day. If you hadn't told them not to eat anything casually, they would have eaten it all long ago."

Thinking of the two boys wandering around the small fruit tree while swallowing their saliva, Song Yun couldn't help but smile, "If nothing happens in two hours, we can pick all the fruits and each of us can try one. The rest will be given to you guys."

Ziyi felt a little uncomfortable when his mother and sister laughed at him, but he was thick-skinned. After all, they were his mother and sister, so he just laughed.

After dinner, Ziyi would look at his watch every five minutes and ask Song Yun if she felt anything every ten minutes.

Song Yun actually had a feeling. It had been almost two hours since she had eaten the tulsi fruit, and even in such a hot day, she still felt very cool. It was either because the weather had changed for the cooler, or she felt cool from the inside out.

Eating watermelon, mung bean soup, sour plum juice, or even popsicles only brings temporary coolness to your mouth.