A moment later, Chen Yunyun touched her belly, her eyes darting around, not daring to look at the remaining half of the watermelon.
Her mom sat upright on the small stool in the kitchen, picking vegetables with a straight back as if sitting before not a trash can but a high-end mahogany table in a meeting room.
The atmosphere became momentarily stagnant.
After a while, it was Chen Yunyun who couldn't keep her cool any longer, "Mom, that half won't be fresh if we leave it, how about we eat it now, and we can open another one when dad comes back?"
"Sure," her mom quickly nodded, "You're right."
She then picked up the watermelon to wash it, and with a swift motion of her knife, cut it cleanly.
Soon, the kitchen was filled with the "crunch" of watermelon eating.
In the living room, the old lady tiptoed over, pressing her ear against the kitchen door, feeling her saliva dripping at her age.
