The moment the watermelon was cut open, its bright red flesh was revealed, and the sweet aroma of the melon quickly filled the room.
Having rushed back from the estate, Daohua had been terribly thirsty, and seeing the fresh red juice flowing out, she hurriedly urged Yan Wentao, "Third brother, cut it quickly, cut it into small pieces."
Boasting of having seen and eaten plenty of good things, Xiao Yeyang, Dong Yuanxuan, and Zhou Chengye were also eyeing the watermelon; if you looked closely, their throats were subtly moving.
It was only just now that Yan Wenxiu had found out their family had grown watermelons.
Earlier, Madam Li had worried that the watermelons would not grow successfully, and she didn't want the family to blame Daohua, so she hadn't mentioned planting the watermelons to the family members.
"Big sister, third brother, are these really grown by our family?"
Daohua: "Is there any doubt, we've planted quite a lot."
