This night was destined to be a sleepless one; when Shen Meng passed out, she was still contemplating how doing such a thing could actually make someone faint from exhaustion. It really was tiring enough to make breathing difficult.
Lu Zhenping and Shen Meng both got a few days off and spent some sticky, comfortable days at home.
That evening, Yu Xueli came over with her two kids.
"Come quick, freshly cut watermelon, ice cold and perfect for eating right now. Mingyang sent one over to your Third Uncle, and there's still more than half left. You're here just in time."
"That's really lucky, Daya, Xiao Ya, go ahead and eat, thank you, Aunt."
"Thank you, Aunt."
Both Daya and Xiao Ya were thrilled, giggling as they started eating the watermelon. But Daya, after eating a bit, took another piece and set it in front of herself, looking at it but not eating.
Yu Xueli and Shen Meng both knew what she was thinking. It was just a piece of watermelon, so they didn't say anything.
