"One slice?" Bao Ju's eyes widened; with his intellect, he had no clue what Zhao Yang was up to.
He wasn't alone—in fact, Aunt Xingsheng and the villagers dining in the restaurant were all puzzled about what Zhao Yang was really planning.
"What's the matter, scared?" Zhao Yang's smile teased.
"Scared of you? If I'm scared of you, then I'm your son!" Bao Ju countered defiantly.
"Fine, your family has watermelons, right? Bring them out," said Zhao Yang indifferently.
The restaurant usually prepared about a dozen large watermelons each day to offer as complimentary dishes. Zhao Yang often came here to snag something to eat when he was younger, and he knew exactly when the restaurant was too busy to notice someone sneaking into the kitchen.
"Mom, I'll go get the watermelon!" Bao Ju shouted and ran towards the kitchen.
Aunt Xingsheng thought for a moment and quickly followed Bao Ju into the kitchen.
