Xu Xiaoyan absent-mindedly commented on the size of the watermelon. After taking a bite, she paused for a moment before continuing to eat.
Yan Fei understood her hesitation, because this watermelon was so different from the ones they usually ate!
How could the watermelons grown in greenhouses compare to those from sunny and temperate islands? They couldn't, either in taste or sweetness.
Even though Xu Xiaoyan didn't show it too clearly, the two old men, I mean, the professors noticed.
Even if this watermelon was just a result of the students' internship work, it was still a carefully chosen variety. Even if it was grown in a greenhouse, it was at least a top-notch watermelon.
Understandably, the two old men felt a bit uneasy. Miss, does this watermelon, grown by our students, really differ that much from what you've tasted before?
