"You want to plant watermelons?" Lu Jingzhi spoke ambiguously, only then realizing there were still watermelon seeds in her mouth.
As the saying goes, you don't spit watermelon seeds when eating watermelon, but you spit watermelon seeds when not eating watermelons.
She happily spat the watermelon seeds one by one onto the side.
The watermelon seeds were shiny black.
The watermelon flesh was pink.
Lu Jingzhi wasn't a picky eater, but she had her own preferences, like eating crunchy watermelons.
She stared intently at the small pile of watermelon seeds, "Can these grow?"
Xin Zili shook his head, "I don't know."
Neither of them had studied anything about this subject before.
Lu Jingzhi had never planted watermelons, nor had she intentionally nurtured watermelon seeds.
And the precondition for nurturing seeds is that the seed must be viable.
Asking her to grow watermelons from roasted watermelon seeds would be impossible.
