After seeing off Xie Shan, Qiao Xiaomai returned to the Guest House.
Yang Hao's family of three were eating watermelons. Just now, five of their watermelons had been bought by Xie Shan, and the whole family felt a pang of loss, as if a part of themselves had been taken away. So, they asked the palace maid to cut open another one to eat.
Upon seeing Qiao Xiaomai, Yang Hao nodded towards the watermelon on the table, signaling for Qiao Xiaomai to join in.
The watermelon had just been brought out from the ice cellar and was very cool. One bite and the sweet, chilling sensation immediately filled the mouth. Eating it on a hot day was truly a supreme delight.
Qiao Xiaomai, satisfied, spat out the watermelon seeds and carefully placed them on a plate to the side.
The watermelon seeds should not be wasted; they needed to be planted next year.
