Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

Su Haitang remained unmoved, his smile faded.

"One person has one taste, don't force yourself."

"I said why do you have so many things?" The young man was dissatisfied, his beautiful brows were tightly furrowed, and his white and slender hands clasped his summer hat and fanned wildly on his cheeks.

"I just want to buy a melon. What are you trying to do? So many people are watching, and I have taken the money here. Are you still afraid of me playing rogue? Hurry up, it's hot!"

"What the young man said is that the money has been taken out, why don't you sell it? There is nothing tricky, right? I haven't heard of selling melons like this. Walk around, don't be fooled." The onlookers were suspicious. Urging his companion to go away.

Su Haitang sighed, looked at the youth's blue and white eyes, and asked solemnly.

"Is it okay to try another piece? If you still don't think it is sweet, it means that you have no fate with my family's melon. I don't want you for the money. Can you go to another place to buy it? It's a deal."

Su Haitang raised the knife in his hand, cut off the fleshy melon, and handed it to him like a plague.

"Here, eat. If you still don't feel sweet, just leave. I won't charge you."

The young man flushed with anger and stared at her with his neck.

"What do you mean? What do you mean? You say that I am not a gangster who eats for nothing. Why do you keep emphasizing that you don't charge me? Oh, I see, your melons are not sweet at all, are they? Suppress me with words? I seem to be a bully?"

"I'm not as you intended! Your melons are not sweet, don't try to top the jar with me!"

Speaking of him viciously yelled a big mouthful of melon and bit down, staring at Su Haitang's helpless retreating eyes, not getting angry, followed by two more mouthfuls!

"Huh? It's really sweet."

After the young man had eaten a fleshy melon, he sucked on his clogged nose, smacked his mouth, and nodded in aftertaste.

"I want this melon. Cut another one for me. Cut it bigger. The boss is so stingy. What kind of taste can you taste?" As he said, he threw the five yuan in front of Su Haitang.

Su Haitang raised his eyebrows and heard that the young man had a cold, and smiled apologetically at him.

It is normal for a patient with a cold to have no taste in his mouth, and to be unpredictable. It is her villainous heart.

"You can eat it without worry, my melons are all sweet. If you cut all of them, it will be inconvenient for you to hold them. So, you can pick whatever you want. I'll cut two more for you to taste. How about you buy less? The weather is so hot. If you buy too much, you can't eat it, it should be broken."

The young man pushed down his sunglasses again and looked at her carefully.

"I really haven't seen a stall owner like you. Okay, the melon is yours. You can tell how to sell it. You can pick two sweet ones for me."

Su Haitang picked up a melon in front of him and asked with a smile, "Cut it?"

"Cut." The young man sucked his nose, his uncomfortably blocked nose seemed to be a little ventilated, and his dry throat was also a little moisturized, regaining a bit of his low, magnetic, natural voice.

Su Haitang cut it skillfully, then handed it over again.

"You taste it."

The young man nodded while eating.

"Sweet, two more. No need to cut."

Su Haitang neatly filled the bag in search of money, and handed it over with both hands.

"You are a good melon. You often set up a stall here? Why didn't I see you two days ago?"

Su Haitang smiled and responded to the other guests.

"I'm back today, I have grown melons. I don't have a car to pull the goods. It's not convenient to get into the city. I only brought a few of them."

The young man sniffed again.

"You leave an address, and I will ask someone to buy it from you."

Su Haitang agreed readily.

"Okay, Su Haitang, Sujia Village, Baima Town."

A soldier hurried out of the station was taken aback, turned his head and looked over.