Chapter 133 Watermelon

The sun gradually sets in the west.

The sky was dyed orange-red.

At this moment, it was already evening, but there was not a single breeze and the weather was extremely hot and dry.

Jiang Fubao had just finished dinner and was sitting in the yard to digest his food.

Occasionally, a few birds flew over the house, making clear chirping sounds.

Ma Chunxia from next door brought her two sons to deliver bamboo tubes to the Jiang family.

Grandma was taking money out of her purse.

Jiang Fubao's little fat butt never moved from the chair.

She rested her chin on her hands, thinking.

The quantity of grilled sausages and potatoes in the space is really low, and only a limited amount can be sold every day. Customers are fighting to get them.

The profit margin of meat pie is quite high.

But the price of mung bean soup is extremely low.

It is very time-consuming to make. First, wash the mung beans, then soak them for a while, and then light the pot to cook. Someone must watch the stove while cooking. The fire cannot be too big, and it must be stirred from time to time, otherwise the beans will stick to the bottom of the pot.

After cooking, you have to add sugar and then cool it with ice cubes before it is done.

After all the hard work, I only sold a bowl for three cents.

It's really a torment.

It's simply high effort and low return.

If she hadn't taken out sugar and ice cubes from the space, I'm afraid the deal would have failed long ago.

If calculated based on cost.

Mung bean soup is actually a loss-making expense.

The reason why Jiang's snack shop has good business is that other shops dare not add so much sugar and cannot afford ice cubes.

Naturally, everyone came to Jiang's Snack Shop to drink mung bean soup.

If you keep earning like this, you will get rich someday.

Jiang Fubao held his chin, and the soft flesh on his cheeks was squeezed together.

She didn't care at all.

She was going to take out something else from the space, preferably something that could replace the mung bean soup.

The quantity must be large.

The first thing she eliminated was fast food.

These were all bought by her for her own consumption.

It's like grilled sausages, there's not enough to sell.

“Pah—”

As he was thinking, a drop of sweat slid down Jiang Fubao's cheek.

Dripping on her arms.

The clothes are thin.

The sweat seeps in and the skin feels moist.

In the evening, when the sun sets, the temperature should have dropped and become cooler, but it was still hot. She was sweating just by sitting still.

Not to mention the people wandering the streets at noon.

It must be very hot.

When it is hottest, people want to drink something cold and cool.

There were no popsicles or cold drinks in ancient times.

Therefore, the most popular items sold on the street are fruits, cooling tea, and mung bean soup.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fubao's eyes suddenly lit up.

Yes!

There are still fruits in the refrigerator in her space. Although there are not many, they can be used to make fruit picks.

There is also a big bag of taro balls in the freezer.

Just for making sweet soup.

"Here, this watermelon was sent to me this morning by my sister from my mother's family. It's grown in her backyard. There aren't many, just a few that are ripe. She brought two for me to eat. We can each have one, and you can take them home and taste them."

When I was thinking deeply.

Jiang Fubao's thoughts were interrupted by Ma Chunxia's voice.

I don't know where she took out a watermelon from.

Round and loud.

The size is like a baby's head.

"Okay, I'll take it. I haven't tasted watermelon in years. It's really hot today, and watermelon can help me cool down. Thank you very much."

As the saying goes, don't take advantage of a bargain.

A complete bastard.

Zhang Jinlan took the watermelon without even saying anything polite.

"Hey, what's the relationship between us? Why are you thanking me? Take it and eat it. Okay, I've delivered the food. I have something to do at home. I haven't cut the bamboo yet. I'll go back first. You go ahead."

Ma Chunxia breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Zhang Jinlan accept the watermelon.

The family suddenly had an extra income, all thanks to Zhang Jinlan.

After the watermelons are harvested, the task of picking bamboo tubes will not fall on others.

Ma Chunxia and Zhang Jinlan have been together for so many years.

I know her temper too well.

She smiled and left with her sons.

"My dear granddaughter, are you feeling hot? Look what this is? A watermelon! Come, let grandma cut some watermelon for you to eat."

Ma Chunxia is good at doing things.

The watermelons that were delivered had already been cooled in the water.

My hands are cold to the touch.

Zhang Jinlan took the watermelon to the kitchen. When she came out, she had a tray full of sliced ​​watermelon in her hand.

The melon rind is very thick, at least half the width of your little finger.

The seeds are large, numerous and densely packed.

Jiang Fubao took a look and then looked away. She felt like her claustrophobia was about to set in.

As for the pink and white flesh, it doesn't look very appetizing.

It definitely doesn’t taste good.

Compared to modern seedless watermelons.

The flesh is not red at all.

Jiang Fubao suddenly realized.

Modern watermelons are an improved version that has been improved for many generations.

Not just watermelons, bananas, apples, etc., but all of them.

No wonder everyone in the family was surprised when she took out the banana that time.

You know, the original banana has seeds and is short in shape.

Unlike the modified banana, which is thick and long.

Like a child's arm.

After eating one, I don’t feel like eating dinner anymore.

Putting the two together and comparing them, one looks like a black person, and the other looks like a Korean.

"Eat them. Don't spit out the seeds. Spit them into this bowl. After they are dried, I will fry them. You can eat them when you are bored."

Zhang Jinlan brought a wooden basin and placed it in the yard.

Everyone came over to grab it.

Everyone picked up a piece of watermelon and started eating it.

"Wow, this watermelon is very juicy. It really quenches my thirst when I eat it."

"Yeah, it tastes okay, not that sour."

"It's a little sweet and delicious."

I heard my family members praising the taste of watermelon.

Jiang Fubao also picked up a piece and took a bite.

But the next second, she wrinkled her nose and eyebrows.

“Pfft, pfft, pfft—”

I vomited three times in a row, and all of them were seeds.

These seeds are still big.

Like a fingernail.

The flesh of the melon is bland, with a slight sour and sweet taste.

If you blindfold her, she will definitely not be able to tell that this is a watermelon.

No wonder my grandma never bought a watermelon in my memory, and never planted one.

It turns out that the watermelons here are not tasty at all.

"Grandma, this watermelon is not delicious. I have seen the watermelon eaten by the old man with white beard in my dream. It was very red and had no seeds."

Jiang Fubao said quietly.

"Really? Sure enough, things in the fairy world are really good. Even watermelons taste better than those in our mortal world. I have never seen a seedless watermelon before, and I have no idea what it looks like."

While Zhang Jinlan was talking, she did not forget to spit seeds into the wooden basin.

Her mouth is like an artificial separator.

Can separate the pulp and seeds.

There was not even a bit of pulp visible on the spitted-out watermelon seeds.

The watermelon doesn't taste good.

But it can relieve the heat.

After eating one piece, Jiang Fubao's irritability was mostly gone. She took a bath with the help of her mother and went back to her room to sleep.

When you wake up.

The rays of light had penetrated the gaps between the door and windows, shining into the house.

Under the bed today.

There was an extra watermelon and half a bowl of taro balls.