Chapter 321

Qiaoqiao also wiped his sweat—he wasn't exactly tired, but his aunt lived on the top floor, and the room was stiflingly hot.

Afterward, he looked around the room and was surprised to discover—his aunt hadn't turned on the air conditioning!

Although the temperature hadn't reached thirty-seven or thirty-eight degrees, it was still 33°C. After the summer afternoon sun, his aunt had stubbornly refused to turn on the AC, and there wasn't even a hint of coolness in the room!

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Only the floor was still damp.

Seeing Song Tan's scrutinizing gaze, his aunt then said proudly:

"It's hot, so I sprinkle some water on the floor. Once the fan blows in a little while, it cools down really fast!"

Song Tan:...

Song Tan didn't know what to say, but Qiaoqiao was exceptionally supportive:

"Aunt, you're so smart. That's exactly how we sprinkle water in the courtyard; it saves electricity!"

"Right?" His aunt also became proud: "Our Qiao really knows how to live. But Aunt isn't treating you badly either; I didn't even go to the vegetable market to buy groceries today just to wait for you all! Zhang Shouping"

Song Tan looked at the sky outside again—it was already dark, what groceries were there to buy? Her aunt must have been wanting to go to the market to snatch up the discounted items again.

Fine.

She had no choice but to say goodbye: "Aunt, we're leaving first. We still have to deliver melons to Uncle and the others later."

"Alright."

His aunt also casually pulled a large plastic bag out of the cardboard box by the door: "Let's go downstairs together. The vegetables and fruits at the supermarket by the entrance will be discounted at eight o'clock too. I'll just go buy some while I'm out for a walk."

And just at this moment, his aunt's phone rang.

She answered the call, and her uncle's loud voice on the speakerphone was exceptionally resonant:

"Hongmei, the supermarket next to my workplace has half-price green vegetables at 7 o'clock! They're definitely fresher than the ones after eight. I'll wait here until 7 o'clock, I'll be back later!"

Song Tan:...

How should she put it? When it comes to living frugally, her aunt really is an extraordinary powerhouse.

What's even stronger is that she actually found a family just like her!

I am truly impressed.

The twilight was about to fade from the horizon, the city lights were gradually becoming bustling, and Song Tan's truck made a turn and headed straight for the suburban wholesale market.

Qiaoqiao was puzzled: "Uncle's house is closer!"

"I know." Song Tan said meaningfully: "I don't really like Uncle, so I want to see him last."

"Oh, oh, oh," Qiaoqiao nodded in understanding, pulling another cucumber out of the bag: "I don't like him either. It would be even better if we didn't have to see him at all!"

"That won't do." Song Tan explained: "Grandpa is Uncle's father. He wants to build a house, and Uncle has a responsibility to contribute some money. Because when Uncle bought his house, Grandpa also contributed money."

"So we have to go remind Uncle to get the money ready."

Of course, indirectly.

"I understand." Qiaoqiao said earnestly: "Teacher Xin said, one must be filial to parents and cherish the young—supporting Grandpa is the responsibility of Uncle, Aunt, and Dad."

"But Teacher Xin also said that giving is a two-way street. Aunt received the least, so Aunt can also contribute the least when being filial to Grandpa."

The cucumber crunched loudly as he gnawed on it, and the fragrant air permeated the car. Song Tan couldn't help but salivate, and she opened her mouth wide:

"Give me a bite, ah—"

Qiaoqiao hurriedly broke off a piece of the cucumber and stuffed it into her mouth, then said super, super cautiously: "Teacher Xin said, except for husbands and wives, boys and girls cannot eat the same piece of food! I'm a boy!"

Song Tan:...

"Teacher Xin taught you well—but don't you still have another cucumber? Since you already broke it, why didn't you give me a whole one?"

Qiaoqiao said "Ah," and then was annoyed: "I forgot!"

Once night fell, the suburban fruit wholesale market became even more bustling than during the day, with large trucks arriving one after another, and people constantly shouting while unloading cargo and dodging.

Song Tan's small pickup truck was mixed in among them, not standing out at all.

And she arrived at 【Big Red Fruit Wholesale Store】 with practiced ease. Her uncle-in-law Zhang Hong was in the front talking to a truck driver, while her aunt Wu Fang was wearing an apron, bending over to move plastic crates on the ground.

Seeing this, Song Tan didn't even have time to hold the watermelon, and directly took Qiaoqiao to help move the crates as well.

"Aunt, there's quite a variety of fruits in this shipment!"

Her aunt looked up and saw her, and just as she was about to smile in surprise, seeing them about to help with the work, she hurriedly stepped forward to stop them:

"You don't need to, there are only a few crates, I'll be done moving them in a moment."

"Big Red, look who's here!"

Song Tan hurriedly smiled and stopped her: "Aunt, don't call my uncle-in-law, isn't he busy? Qiaoqiao and I do farm work at home every day, we have strength."

Saying this, she easily carried three crates of fruit into the warehouse.

Her aunt stood where she was, dumbfounded.

Even her uncle-in-law, who had rushed over after hurriedly saying goodbye to someone, had his mouth wide open:

"This child... what has this child been doing in the countryside? How does she have such great strength!"

Qiaoqiao also secretly stacked three crates of fruit together, but after trying, he almost couldn't lift them!

He glared at the crates in frustration, and had no choice but to unwillingly switch to two crates.

Fortunately, he succeeded in lifting them this time, and he also successfully entered the warehouse.

These were large wholesale crates, one crate could weigh a full 50 jin!

Her aunt felt so bad for them, and just then, while wandering around the warehouse, she spotted a crate of 2 premium-packaged Kirin watermelons, and then hurriedly hugged them out.

Song Tan's heart skipped a beat: "Aunt, what are you doing?"

Her aunt hurriedly said: "It's so hot, let's cut a watermelon to quench our thirst. This newly arrived watermelon is sweet!"

Song Tan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Don't, Aunt, keep this watermelon to sell for money, I brought you a few from home."

While speaking, she instructed Qiaoqiao: "Go, hurry and bring over the watermelon we grew at home."

Qiaoqiao responded happily.

Song Tan looked at the Kirin watermelon in the crate again—it wasn't very big, probably weighing seven or eight jin, which was about the same as the large melons she had specifically selected.

Qiaoqiao delivered the melon: "Aunt, this is the first batch of melons from our home, specifically saved for you to eat."

"Right," Song Tan also added: "Brother Yanping told me to watch you cut one, saying we absolutely cannot sell it."

In essence, her aunt and her aunt-in-law were both people who knew how to live frugally, it's just that her aunt was a bit more stingy, while her aunt-in-law was as thrifty as any ordinary person.

They were both raised in the village, what was there to feel bad about regarding watermelons from their own land? Her aunt even complained a bit: "Don't listen to your cousin's nonsense, why would I sell the watermelon from our own home? It's not like I can't get stock."

While speaking, she hugged the melon and placed it by the faucet to give it a simple rinse, then subconsciously patted it with her hand.

"Don't..."

These were specifically chosen for her aunt, melons that were ripe just right! Qiaoqiao opened his mouth to stop her, but heard a familiar sound—

"Crack."

He closed his mouth, already used to it, and said in a practiced manner: "The watermelon split open."

Her uncle-in-law was actually quite pleasantly surprised: "Such a good melon, you might not even come across one in a whole summer—oh my! Only the melons grown on our own land are delicious, smell this scent, how refreshing, how sweet!"

He couldn't help himself anymore.