Uncle couldn't wait to cut the watermelon open and beckoned Song Tan to join in—
This was really...
Song Tan quickly shook her head, "No, no, we're stuffed from eating at home. You all enjoy the melon, I still need to deliver some watermelons to Uncle at home, so I won't stay long."
Brother Yanping had stressed repeatedly, absolutely not to stay too long, to avoid giving them any chance to chat! Otherwise, how could she cope if the topic of taking the city exam came up?
"You child, why the rush to leave!" Auntie hurriedly tried to stop her, "We've got watermelons at home, and I'll get you two baskets of peaches..."
Before she could finish, another truck arrived outside, honking its horn twice.
Auntie's husband put down the kitchen knife he was holding, and before he could even express his admiration, he rushed out again—
"It's here!"
