After lunch, the two of them took the bus home.
On their way back to the apartment after getting off the bus, they passed by a small supermarket.
Kirin Melon, 5 yuan per Jin.
Although this price was a bit expensive in Jingnan, this was Xia Hai, a city where the cost of living was exorbitant by developed country standards; the price was totally acceptable.
So the two chose a watermelon from the aunty's refrigerator.
The cooler was filled with icy water, and the cute, dark green watermelons were soaking inside...
This reminded Xia Xinyu of the well-water watermelons she often ate when she was little.
Her memories were suddenly pulled back to her childhood.
She couldn't imagine what it would be like for the two of them, eating an iced watermelon with a spoon at this moment—they would be overwhelmingly happy.
Chen Yuan saw the price; the cost of this five-Jin watermelon should be 15, but it was only sold for 25, indeed not much profit.
