Just as he lowered his head to scoop a piece of watermelon, he felt a warm coat covering his body. Song Heng's voice flowed over him like the gentle moonlight: "What are you thinking about sitting here alone?"
I smiled and joked, "If I were to be a peasant husband and wife in my next life, how would I make money to support you?"
Song Heng sat down next to me: "Oh?"
Seeing that his hands were empty, I stuffed the half of the watermelon in my hand into his hands and said, "You eat this, I'll go to the kitchen to get the other half."
After saying that, I quickly stood up and brought the other half from the kitchen and sat down next to him: "I was just thinking, we are living so comfortably now, is it because you are the emperor, so you don't have to worry about food, clothing, and daily life."
I looked up at the moon and said to myself, "But if we were just ordinary farmers living in the countryside, we would definitely have to think about how to make money to support ourselves, right?"
"What does Shuang'er think?" Song Heng asked with a smile.
"Hmm..." I blurted out all the thoughts that had just been on my mind. "I've also learned some things about gardening from Mammy these past few days. It's not that difficult."
"I can grow vegetables, pick wild fruits in the mountains and sell them at the market, and then raise some poultry, such as chickens and ducks. They can lay eggs and make money." I pictured the life of a farmer in my mind.
"Hmm," Song Heng seemed to be listening very seriously and thinking: "What about me?"
This question hits the nail on the head. I was just thinking that Song Heng looks delicate and noble, and it is hard to imagine him being exposed to the scorching sun or covered in mud in the fields.
So in the end, I think its function is to put it at home so that I can feel refreshed after a tiring day.
It's pleasing to the eye.
Satisfy spiritual needs.
I cleared my throat and said, "You, just stay home and read the sages' books..."
Suddenly, the clichéd story of a peasant woman who provided charm to a poor scholar, helping him become famous after ten years of hard study, popped up in my mind.
I didn't look at his expression, but I felt him being silent for a long time, and then he suddenly laughed happily, "Shuang'er, what should I do? I can't wait to live a life where everything is provided for me."
You’re welcome…
I glanced at him and said, "Your Majesty, in fact, you are now living a life of having everything you want, including clothes and food."
Is it really that joyful?
Suddenly, I felt one of his hands embrace me, and we instantly became in an intimate position, almost nose to nose and eye to eye. He looked at me with burning eyes: "That's different."
"I want to accept the clothes that Shuang'er personally brought me, and eat the food that Shuang'er personally fed me."
I was stunned. Overly ambiguous postures can easily lead to confusion in the mind. This is a reliable experience I have accumulated during this period of time.
I stiffly changed the subject and touched the cold melon rind in Song Heng's arms: "Your Majesty, if you don't eat the melon now, it will get cold."
…
What did I say.
Song Heng laughed out loud, and gently let go of his hand: "Okay, listen to Shuang'er. After all, it was Shuang'er who sent the melon herself."
This topic cannot be avoided, right?
Just when I didn't know how to respond, I saw him casually dig a circle around the left side of the watermelon with a spoon. I immediately screamed, "Wait!"
He turned to look at me. I watched as Song Heng pointed at the bright red flesh of the melon and said seriously, "The first spoonful should be right in the center!"
He looked puzzled: "Is there such a rule?"
I don't know why I was so determined, but I nodded seriously, "Yes, because the middle is the sweetest, it's the essence."
Serious nonsense.
Maybe that's me at this moment.
He nodded, then picked up the spoon and smoothly made a circle in the center of the melon, scooping up a disc-shaped piece of red melon flesh.
I was nodding with great satisfaction when I saw him put the spoon to my mouth, the moon in the sky reflected in his eyes: "Ah - open your mouth."
I opened my mouth for some unknown reason. The watermelon was juicy and really sweet.
He smiled and continued to dig the piece next to him before putting the spoon into his mouth: "They are all quite sweet."
I held the melon in my hand, thinking that it was not good to take advantage of others, so I carefully dug out the red soil in the middle of the half melon in my hand: "Your Majesty."
"Um?"
"The middle one."
With a smile in his eyes, he opened his mouth and bit off the piece of melon on the spoon in my hand. After chewing it for a while and swallowing it, he smiled and said, "It's a good day to open your mouth when you can enjoy the melon."
This topic really can’t be avoided, right?
And why can Song Heng talk about eating white rice so naturally and casually!
You wouldn't expect him to be such a shameless person.
"Shuang'er." I was eating melon when I suddenly heard him calling me again.
"what?"
"I think the half of the melon in your hand is sweeter." He said seriously.
"We are both the same melon, equally sweet!" I explained seriously.
"Really?" He said, looking unconvinced. "Then shall I try it again?"
I reluctantly scooped a spoonful and fed it to him. He smiled and opened his mouth to take a bite. Then he looked very serious as if he was really judging the taste of the melon flesh. Then he scooped a spoonful of melon in his arms and continued to taste it carefully.
This serious look made me feel that my melon was really sweeter: "How is it?"
He frowned: "I still think your side is sweeter."
No way! No way?
This makes it seem like I'm deliberately giving the sweet side to myself.
But will the sweetness of the same melon really be different if it is cut into two sides?
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