Watermelons, anyone?
Old Zhao practically leapt up in alarm, as if he had just been roused from his deathbed—
"Yes, yes, yes—cough cough cough I mean, why are you calling at this time? The truck carrying the melons isn't leaving until tomorrow."
Song Tan sighed and told the truth: "It's going to pour down rain soon, and I can't be bothered to move them into the house again. There are about a thousand of them, we need to find a big truck."
A thousand?! Ay yo, his customers would go crazy with joy! He knew that many people nowadays would buy several to pack into their cars and drive for hours to the next city over!
They were that delicious, that enchanting!
Old Zhao was on the verge of laughing wildly: "Song Tan, oh Song Tan, you've finally come to this—cough, what I mean is, what if I don't want them?"
Song Tan: ...
