He scooped a spoonful of his own melon and offered it to me naturally: "Try it yourself and compare it."
I opened my mouth suspiciously and took a bite of the melon from his spoon. After checking the taste, I scooped a spoonful of my own melon.
They're almost the same, both are juicy, so why is there such a big difference in sweetness?
"How is it? Is the half in your hand sweeter?" He looked at me.
I couldn't help but smack my lips, but still said with certainty: "It's the same."
"It's different," Song Heng seemed particularly persistent about this point: "You ate my melon slice too quickly just now and didn't taste it. Try it again more slowly."
After that, he scooped another spoonful of melon for me. I felt like I was about to be shaken by him. I continued to bite off the piece of melon he fed me with doubt. After chewing for a while, I suddenly understood everything -
Seeing me stop, Song Heng smiled and said, "Did Shuang'er find that her melon is sweeter?"
"Song-Heng--" I glared at him. There was no one else in the courtyard anyway. "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"
He said innocently, "What did Shuang'er say?"
"They're all equally sweet," I said, looking into his eyes, which were filled with a smile of triumph. "You just want to keep feeding me melons, right?"
He paused and nodded generously: "You're half right."
"Huh?" I stared at him suspiciously.
"You're right to want to feed Shuang'er the melon yourself." He winked at me, "But I do think Shuang'er's half of the melon is sweeter."
I looked at him with an expression that said, "Come on, keep talking."
He suddenly took my hand holding the spoon and raised it to his mouth, then ate the melon slice directly from my spoon: "It's naturally sweeter if it's fed by Shuang'er."
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