Song Tan Jishi

When Low Sugar's remarks came out, the barrage was shocked.

[Why don’t you drink some Chinese medicine to regulate your body? You can’t always be a greedy girl.]

[I cursed when I bought a pink watermelon in the supermarket, but I was grateful to Qiao Qiao for selling me a pink watermelon]

[Don’t mention it, the weather has been warm recently, I really want to try this watermelon…]

[It’s just pink, but I have to eat it to know whether it has a strong melon flavor or not]

[Let’s just say that I probably won’t be able to get one in today’s lucky draw, but are you selling pink watermelons? ]

Everyone in the live broadcast room was chattering, but Yang Zhengxin was just taking two bites. Although he didn't finish the melon in three bites, he finished eating the half of the melon that he had hammered down.

He ate until his cheeks were covered with sparkling juice, then he puffed his cheeks and chewed for a while before swallowing it. Only then did he sigh: "It's delicious!"

“Really!” He was afraid that everyone in the live broadcast room would not believe him, so he wrote and described: “Although the melon is not ripe, it still tastes crispy. It is juicy, with a hint of green grass, a slight sweetness of melon, and a rich melon fragrance…”

"In addition to replenishing the sky, after eating it, I feel my heart pounding, as if my whole body is hydrated."

Hey, is there something wrong?

He reflected for a moment, but it was obvious that what he said was true, so he raised his head again and emphasized: "The melon flavor is very strong! Delicious!"

Everyone in the live broadcast room finally broke down.

[I don't believe it. How can it be delicious if it's not cooked? I don't believe it.]

[Okay, okay! The watermelon vendors have no bottom line, and they are praising pink watermelons - why don't you sell them?]

[Humph, no link, no truth. If you say it tastes good, then it tastes good? I believe it.]

Doubtful words filled the screen, but Yang Zhengxin was now full and happy: "Don't believe it? If you don't believe it, then I can't do anything about it. It's your fault that you can't eat it? Lululu..."

When an adult makes faces, it will look deliberate and greasy, but he is obviously still a teenager. At this moment, he is laughing and cursing in the live broadcast room. Everyone can do nothing but clench their fists silently.

Damn it!

Qiao Qiao was a kind person. She stared at the other half of the watermelon in her hand and stuffed it back into Yang Zhengxin's hand. "It's delicious, so eat more. I'll go pick out a ripe one for everyone."

Yang Zhengxin subconsciously took a bite of the irregular surface he had hammered out. As the juice smeared his face, he reacted: "Hey, I'll be full after eating this melon. If you find a ripe one, what should I do if I can't eat it?"

Qiao Qiao turned around and grinned at him, bright, simple and natural: "Then I will eat with my sister and brother!"

As the live broadcast room was filled with crazy laughter, Yang Zhengxin suddenly couldn't eat anymore: "Qiao Qiao, you've changed!"

Lu Chuan looked at the pitiful boy again, and tried to hold back his laughter, but still couldn't help laughing: "Xiao Yang, if you can't eat it, just put it aside and give it to Da Zhenzhu later."

"Come on, wash your hands and pick some melons for Qiao Qiao's live broadcast."

Without Yang Zhengxin, the kid would keep picking and choosing, and the live broadcast room would definitely be empty again.

Song Tan pulled Lu Chuan along the path and observed him, while asking him: "The watermelon ice cream you made last year was delicious, much better than the one my aunt made. Are you going to make it again this year?"

The watermelons I sent to my aunt's family last year, they are truly traditional hard-working couples, they didn't enjoy it for themselves at all, their life motto is to live for their children.

The couple only tasted one and found it delicious, so they squeezed the rest into juice and froze them in the refrigerator, waiting for Zhang Yanping to come home and eat them during the Chinese New Year and other holidays.

The problem is, those watermelons were sent back by Zhang Yanping, and he lived in Song Tan's house. So why couldn't he eat them whenever he wanted?

Therefore, when it comes to watermelon popsicles, the first thing we feel is not sweetness, but pressure.

However, if this ordinary watermelon popsicle is replaced with the one that Lu Chuan gave to him in the capital, the taste will be different.

"Make it." Lu Chuan said without hesitation: "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."

"Okay, just pick whatever you can use."

Song Tan was also happy - on the way back last year, under the hot heater in the car, the few small and cute watermelon popsicles in the thermos bucket were really refreshing and delicious.

If it wasn't really delicious, she wouldn't still be thinking about it this year.

Lu Chuan thought for a moment and said, "Do you drink? If you do, please leave some of this year's wine for me. I will try to make some ice drinks - slightly alcoholic ones, such as green grapes, peach diced ice... they are all quite interesting."

He is not a professional, and these are all mixed with ice cubes, various drinks and fruit syrups that he saw on the Internet. But the color is beautiful and the taste is not bad, which should suit Song Tan's picky taste.

Song Tan nodded quickly: "Should we use mint in this cocktail? We didn't grow any this year. I'll plant some at the doorstep later."

Mint grows fast. After a rain, it will probably cover a large area and be enough for use.

The two discussed the delicious food and drinks that would be available in the summer. They had already arranged to buy a new freezer to store them. Qiao Qiao walked around the field for a long time, holding one in his left hand and one in his right hand:

"Sister, these two will definitely work."

Song Tan took a look.

Well, it turns out that children should make more friends. Qiao Qiao has made two new friends and interacts with them every day. Now he is so confident.

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

Live broadcast room: ...

[No, I picked this melon, and the anchor also picked it. How come my sister knew it was not ripe at a glance? ]

[She is so sure, I don’t believe it]

[What were my sister and brother-in-law talking about just now? Curious. The anchor should buy another microphone. I will sponsor it.]

[Alas! My sister is so overwhelmed by love that she doesn’t even know how to choose watermelons carefully]

Yang Zhengxin was holding up his phone to take a picture of the melon in Qiao Qiao's hand. When he saw the comments, he looked up and then reached out his hand, not wanting to believe in evil: "Qiao Qiao, come here, let's see if the melon is ripe."

He clenched his not-so-big fist again, and punched it twice, and the two watermelons cracked into pieces.

But... you don't even have to take them apart to know that these two are still pink.

"This is not scientific." Yang Zhengxin was puzzled: "The first time we picked the melons, they were relatively small, but this time Qiao Qiao picked two big ones, why can't it be okay?"

Song Tan couldn't help but hold his forehead: "Oh, stop hammering. If you keep hammering, the whole melon field will be destroyed by the two of you."

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

"Come, try the cooked ones."

Yang Zhengxin looked at the two medium-sized melons with a complicated look, then looked at Song Tan and punched him again.

"Click"

Looking down again, he could not help but say indignantly: "This is unscientific!" (End of this chapter)