Lu Jiaxin saw the two people busy and sweating profusely, so she went inside to fetch a jade-green watermelon, washed and cut it cleanly. With one slice, the bright red flesh and glossy black seeds were exposed.
Lu Jiaxin called the two over to eat the watermelon, and while waiting for them to wash their hands, she ate a piece herself. Mmm, the flesh was fine and juicy, sweet but not cloying, refreshing and thirst-quenching.
Xue Mao took a small piece, bit into it, and kept praising, "Sis, this watermelon is really sweet."
Seeing him like that, Lu Jiaxin smiled and said, "There are still three watermelons left, take them all with you tomorrow, and eat them slowly on the road."
Her body was weak, and she usually only ate a piece of watermelon because of its cold nature, and couldn't eat more. She had told the doctor that it would take a year of care to recover; once she returned from Peng City, she would stay in the Forty-nine City, quietly taking care of her health.
