Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

  Su Haitang was unmoved, her smile faded.

   "One person has one taste, so don't force yourself."

   "I said why are you doing so much?" The young man was dissatisfied, his beautiful brows were wrinkled tightly, and his fair and slender hands were clutching the cool hat and fanning them randomly around his cheeks.

   "I just want to buy a melon, what are you grinding? There are so many people watching, and I've taken the money here. Are you afraid I'll be a rogue? Hurry up, it's so hot!"

"What this guy said is, he has already paid for the money, why is he still not selling it? There's nothing tricky, right? I've never heard of selling melons like this. Let's go, don't be fooled." The onlookers were suspicious. Urge your partner to go away.

  Su Haitang sighed, looked at the young man's blue and white eyes, and asked solemnly.

   "Can you just try another piece? If you still don't think it's sweet, it means that my family's melon has no fate, and I don't want your money. Can you buy it from another place? It's a deal."

  Su Haitang picked up the knife and dropped it, cut off a cantaloupe, and handed it to him like a plague.

   "Here, eat. If you still don't think it's sweet, just go, I won't charge you."

   The young man blushed with anger and stared at her with his neck stuck.

"What do you mean? What do you mean? They say that I'm not a hooligan who eats and drinks for free. What's the matter with you insisting that you don't charge me? Oh, I see, it's your melon that's not sweet at all, right? Use words to press me? I seem like a bully?"

   "I'm not as good as you want! Your melons are not sweet, don't try to top me!"

   As he said that, he fiercely snorted a big mouthful of melon and bit it down, staring at Su Haitang's helpless resignation eyes.

   "Huh? It's really sweet."

   After the young man finished eating a piece of melon, he sucked in his blocked nose, smack his mouth, and nodded his head in recollection.

   "I want this melon, cut another one for me. Cut a bigger one. The boss is so stingy, what kind of taste can you taste with just a little bit?" He threw the five yuan in front of Su Haitang.

  Su Haitang raised her eyebrows and smiled apologetically at him when she heard that the young man had a cold.

  It is normal for a patient with a cold to have no taste in the mouth.

"You can eat it at ease. My melons are all sweet. If you cut them all, it will be inconvenient for you to hold them. Let's just pick them up and I'll cut two more for you to try. How about you buy less? The weather is so hot. , if you buy too much, you won't be able to eat it, it should be broken."

   The youth pushed down his sunglasses again and took a closer look at her.

   "I've never seen a stall owner like you. Okay, the melons are yours, you can sell them as you wish. Pick me two sweet ones."

  Su Haitang picked up the melon in front of her and asked with a smile, "Do you want to cut it?"

   "Cut." The young man sniffed. He felt that his uncomfortably blocked nose seemed to be a little ventilated, and his dry throat was a little moisturised, restoring a bit of his deep, magnetic voice.

  Su Haitang skillfully cut it open and handed over another one.

   "You taste it."

   The young man nodded while eating.

   "Sweet, two more. No need to cut."

  Su Haitang neatly packed the bag to look for money and handed it over with both hands.

   "You're a good melon. You often set up a stall here? Why haven't I seen you two days ago?"

  Su Haitang responded to the other guests with a smile, and answered crisply.

   "I'm back today, I grow my own melons, I don't have a car to pull the goods, and it's inconvenient to enter the city, so I only brought these few."

   The youth snorted again.

   "You leave an address, and I'll ask someone to buy it from you later."

  Su Haitang agreed readily.

   "Okay, Su Haitang from Sujia Village, Baima Town."

   A soldier who hurried out of the station was startled and turned his head to look over.