Zhao Li, wiping her watermelon-juice-covered mouth, asked curiously, "Ruan brother, where did you buy this watermelon? How come the ones I buy aren't as sweet?"
"..." Ruan Jianguo.
Uh, this question was difficult to answer. He could only vaguely respond, "Just last time when I went to the city, I saw someone selling them and bought two. If you think it's tasty, take one home; there's still one left."
"That would be too embarrassing, only one left; you keep it for your family to eat," she said.
"It's fine, you always bring things to our place, and we offer you a watermelon, but you won't accept it. That's really unnecessary," Ruan Jianguo said as he went inside to fetch the watermelon.
