Qin Ying thought to herself that she had to find some medicine to send over, just in case.
When Su Aimin returned with the watermelon, he saw a family sitting at the door, all looking dejected. He was puzzled. "What's wrong?" Why do they all look so dejected? Even less alive than the crops in the field.
No one answered him, everyone's eyes were focused on the two big, round watermelons in his hands.
Su Qingyun stood up excitedly, "Dad, where did you get this watermelon?"
At this time, watermelon is a rarity. No, it should be said that all fruits are rare in this era. The land nowadays is not enough to grow crops, let alone grow fruits. Only places where people make a living by growing fruits will plant them on a large scale.
Due to production and transportation issues, watermelons are very rare. The only two fruits they have here are cucumbers and tomatoes.
So, when Su Aimin suddenly came back with a watermelon, the whole family was surprised.
"I came back from the county and bought a lot at the market, just two." Su Aimin said lightly.
The weather was hot, and except for those who went to work, few people went out. However, this gave Su Aimin an opportunity. Taking advantage of the summer when not many people were out checking everywhere, he started his business again. These melons were not as easy to buy at the market as he said. He did business with someone, and the other person specially gave him two of them.
"Two watermelons this big are enough, enough!" Wu Guixiang smiled happily.
There were two reasons why she smiled. One was that she hadn't tasted watermelon for a long time. The other was that since they could still grow such big watermelons, it meant that at least there was a place with enough water. Even if their harvest this year was not satisfactory, there were other places to get help.
"This watermelon is not cheap, right?" Zhang Xinlan swallowed and asked.
Watermelon is so rare, it must have cost a lot of money.
"It's okay, everyone should try it." Su Aimin said casually. He handed the watermelon to Wu Guixiang, "Mom, let's cut it up and eat it."
"Wait a moment." Wu Guixiang walked towards the water tank with the watermelon in her arms. "You carried this watermelon all the way back, it's still hot. Cool it down with water before eating it." The chilled watermelon was icy cold, sweet and thirst-quenching. It tasted so good.
Two round watermelons were placed in the well water, and the family no longer looked sad, and they all waited to eat the watermelons.
The watermelons were kept in the freezer for a few hours, and only after the family had finished dinner did they take them out. Everyone had only eaten half full that day, and they stared at the two watermelons intently.
Zhang Xinlan waved the knife at the watermelon and couldn't wait to cut it. With a crisp "click", the ripe watermelon split open. She broke it open with her hands, revealing the red flesh and black seeds.
The watermelon skin is very thin, and the flesh looks red and sandy. Even before tasting it, you can already tell its sweet and crisp taste. Everyone swallowed their saliva.
Zhang Xinlan moved very quickly. With a few strokes of the knife, the watermelon was divided into triangles of similar size. The family members reached out impatiently, each took a piece, and began to feast on it.
After one bite, it really did not disappoint. It was sweet, crispy, and juicy. The cool feeling went directly from the throat to the stomach. The whole person felt refreshed, and every pore felt relaxed. It was wonderful.
"tasty!"
"It is too sweet!"
"It would be nice if I could eat this kind of watermelon every day in such hot weather."
"What are you dreaming of? You can eat this every day. What kind of family is this?"
Su Qingyun smiled. Watermelons were just ubiquitous in later generations, but at this time, they were already a great happiness.
"I don't know if your grandparents can eat watermelon?" Qin Ying suddenly said.
She remembered that when she was little, there were farmers selling watermelons in the alleys of Beijing during the summer. Her parents would occasionally buy a watermelon after get off work, cut it with a knife that smelled of garlic, and eat it. It was sweet and spicy, a bit strange, but she couldn't stop eating it.
Qin Ying's eyes softened. That was a memory unique to the summer in Beijing, existing in her memory and would never fade.
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