Chapter 1487: Scientific Watermelon

As soon as the "low sugar" comment came out, the chat was shocked.

【Maybe you should drink some Chinese medicine to regulate yourself; you can't keep being such a glutton.】

【I curse when I buy a pink watermelon at the supermarket, but I'm grateful when Qiao Qiao is willing to sell me a pink watermelon.】

【Don't say that, the weather has been warm lately, I really want to taste this watermelon...】

【Stop talking about pink, pink, pink; whether the melon flavor is strong or not is something I'll only know after I eat it.】

【Let's just say, the one who wins the giveaway today probably won't get it, but are you selling the pink watermelons?】

The people in the livestream were chattering away, while Yang Zhengxin took a few "kuakua" bites. Although it wasn't one melon in three bites, he ate the half he had smashed clean.

His cheeks were stained with bright, glistening juice. He chewed with puffed-out cheeks for a while before swallowing, then sighed deeply: "Delicious!"

"Really!" He was afraid the people in the livestream wouldn't believe him, so he gestured and described: "Although the melon isn't ripe, the texture is just as crisp. It's full of juice when you eat it, with a hint of green, grassy flavor, a touch of the melon's subtle sweetness, and that rich melon fragrance..."

"Aside from not being sweet, after eating it, I feel like my heart is pounding, like my whole body has become hydrated."

Huh, is something not quite right?

He reflected for a moment, but clearly, everything he said was a true description, so he raised his head again and emphasized: "The melon flavor is really strong! Delicious!"

The people in the livestream finally broke down.

【I don't believe it, how can it be delicious if it isn't ripe? I don't believe it, I don't believe it.】

【Good, good, good! The melon seller has no bottom line, bragging about pink watermelons—you should sell them then.】

【Hmph, no link, no truth. You say it's delicious, so it's delicious? I believe you.】

Doubting words filled the screen, but Yang Zhengxin was full and satisfied, beaming: "You don't believe me? If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do. Who told you you can't eat it? Blehh..."

Adults making faces would look deliberate and greasy, but he was clearly still a youth. Making jokes and teasing in the livestream, everyone couldn't do anything but clench their fists silently.

How hateful!

Fortunately, Qiao Qiao was a kind person. Staring at the other half of the watermelon in his hand, he stuffed it back into Yang Zhengxin's hand: "If it's delicious, then eat more. I'll go pick a ripe one for everyone."

Yang Zhengxin subconsciously took a bite of the irregular surface he had smashed, juice smearing his face as he reacted: "Hey, wait, if I'm full from eating this melon, what will I do if you find a ripe one and I can't eat it?"

Qiao Qiao turned his head and grinned at him, bright, simple, and natural: "Then I'll eat it with my sister and brother!"

Accompanied by the rampant "hahahaha" filling the screen, Yang Zhengxin suddenly couldn't eat anymore: "Qiao Qiao, you've changed!"

Lu Chuan looked at the pitiful boy, endured and endured, but couldn't help laughing out loud: "Xiao Yang, if you can't eat it, just put it aside. You can give it to Da Zhenzhu later."

"Come on, wash your hands and help Qiao Qiao pick melons on the livestream."

Without Yang Zhengxin, this child would definitely leave the livestream empty of viewers again while picking.

Song Tan pulled Lu Chuan along the path, observing back and forth, and asked him: "The watermelon ice cream you made last year was delicious, much better than what my aunt makes. Are you making it again this year?"

The watermelons they sent to her aunt's house last year—the couple truly lived up to their reputation as traditional old workhorses; they really didn't enjoy anything for themselves, their life motto was all for the children.

The couple only tasted one, thought it was delicious, and juiced and froze the rest in the refrigerator, waiting for Zhang Yanping to come home for the holidays to eat.

The problem was, those watermelons were all arranged by Zhang Yanping to be sent back, and he lived at Song Tan's house, so when would he not be able to eat them?

Therefore, whenever the topic of watermelon popsicles came up, the first thing felt wasn't sweetness, but pressure.

However, if this ordinary watermelon popsicle were replaced by the one Lu Chuan sent from the capital, the taste would be different.

"I will." Lu Chuan didn't hesitate: "If you want to eat it, I'll make more. I'll try a few new recipes this year; after all, there are more fruits now."

"That's fine, pick whatever you need."

Song Tan was also happy—last year, on the way back, under the heat of the car's heater, the few small, cute watermelon popsicles in the insulated bucket were truly refreshing and delicious.

If they weren't truly delicious, she wouldn't still be thinking about them this year.

Lu Chuan thought for a moment: "Do you drink alcohol? If you do, leave some of the wine for me this year, I'll try mixing some iced drinks—I can mix low-alcohol ones, green grape mountain, peach cube crushed ice... they're all quite interesting."

He wasn't a professional, these were all things he saw online, mixing ice cubes with various drinks and fruit purees. But they had the advantage of being colorful and good-looking, and the taste wasn't bad either, which should suit Song Tan's picky palate.

Song Tan nodded quickly: "Does this kind of mixed drink need mint? We didn't plant any this year, I'll go plant some cuttings by the door later."

Mint grows fast; after a rain, it would probably crawl all over the place, enough to use.

The two of them discussed the food and drinks that would be presented in the summer, already arranging to buy another freezer specifically for these. Qiao Qiao had been turning around in the field for a long time, and now he had one in his left hand and one in his right:

"Sister, these two will definitely work."

Song Tan took a look.

Mm, sure enough, children need to make more friends. Having made two new friends and interacting with them every day, Qiao Qiao was so confident now.

She shook her head: "Then give them to Xiao Yang, I don't like pink ones."

Livestream:...

【No way, I picked this melon, the streamer just happened to pick it too, how did our sister know it wasn't ripe just by looking at it?】

【She's so certain, I don't believe it.】

【What were our sister and brother-in-law whispering about over there just now? Curious. Streamer, buy another microphone, I'll sponsor it.】

【Sigh! Our sister is blinded by love, she doesn't even pick watermelons properly anymore.】

Yang Zhengxin was holding the phone to film the melon in Qiao Qiao's hand. Seeing the chat, he looked up, then, not believing in evil, reached out: "Qiao Qiao, come, let's see if the melon is ripe."

He clenched his fist, which wasn't too big, and smashed down twice. Both watermelons cracked open.

But... there was no need to break them open completely to know that both were still pink.

"This isn't scientific." Yang Zhengxin was puzzled: "The first time we picked melons, they were small, but this time, Qiao Qiao clearly picked two big ones, why are they still no good?"

Song Tan couldn't help but touch her forehead: "Oh my, stop smashing. If you keep smashing, the whole melon field will be ruined by you two."

She bent down, reached out, and just casually plucked a watermelon from the vine, then walked two steps forward and plucked another.

"Come, taste a ripe one."

Yang Zhengxin looked at the two medium-sized melons complexly, then looked at Song Tan, and smashed down with his fist again.

"Crack."

Looking down again, he couldn't help but exclaim in grief: "This isn't scientific!" ===== CHAPTER 1488 =====