Holding a tray, the bright red fruit instantly caught their eyes, "Watermelon?"
The waitress smiled and said that it was the boss's younger sister who had sent it, as a treat for her friends who came for hot pot.
The watermelon seedlings grew stubbornly in the greenhouse, and with Lu Jingzhi secretly using her special ability to speed up their growth, they would probably be ready to eat by the new year.
The watermelons they could eat now were from her space.
They ate half of the cut open watermelon, and left the other half untouched, intending to take it back for Yan Qingzhui.
Having eating until they were all sweaty, the two of them carried the watermelon, dessert, and milk tea, and stepped on the creaking snow as they returned to the small courtyard.
As they closed the gate, Chu Ji glanced back at their footprints and muttered, "Stepping on snow without a trace, impossible."
Lake West Village.
