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252 Waterlon

“Let’s see if they taste good at lunch!”

Shao Taotao smiled. “Of course they are sweet! You planted them!”

Qiao Xuan smiled. “Your tongue is sweeter!”

Taotao smiled shyly.

This waterlon was bigger than a large bowl, green in skin with dark stripes. At the knock by slightly buckled knuckles, it gave a crisp and elastic sound. Qiao Xuan suddenly started drooling.

She knew that the waterlons she planted would taste sweet!

Ms. Fang and the others in the family had never seen waterlons before. They had only heard about it from Qiao Xuan.

“Can waterlons be eaten raw? It is so sweet!”

“I heard about a kind of sweet lon that can be eaten raw. It is very sweet!”

Liu Yan’s eyes widened.

A waterlon? Was that a real waterlon? She did not see it wrong, did she?

Did Second Miss manage to get waterlons?

Liu Yan could not help but comnt. “Waterlons are precious things and we don’t usually see them here. Every sumr, Old Master can get three or four. He and Mada Qiao take them as treasure. When you cut the red lon inside, there is a lot of juice and a fresh fragrance. I heard that it tastes very sweet.”

Liu Yan was a maid, but she worked for the County Magistrate, so she did have so knowledge about unusual things.

Hearing what she said, everyone looked at the waterlon with respect and treated it carefully.

“Is it so precious?”

“Then it must be a good thing!”

“We are so lucky to get a taste of it!”

Ms. Fang asked. “Ms. Qiao, just save them to make money, since they are so precious!”

They all nodded and agreed.

The farrs knew that precious things should not be ruined, but sold. That was what a farr’s family normally thought.

They were already very satisfied and grateful to have been able to taste this precious thing.

After all, that was sothing even the County Magistrate believed as being precious.

Qiao Xuan smiled. “Mom, we have many more in the yard, and soon they will be ripe during sumr! We can eat them as much as we can, not as precious as you think. We have enough seeds and we can plant as many as we want!”

Ms. Fang smiled and waved her hands. “Just sell them for money, we don’t want to eat them!”

“It is fine, we have a lot of money now but we need good food! We can plant so more next year and sell them.”

Ms. Fang laughed. “Haha!”

As she thought about the fact that the family was not bad for money now, and waterlons could be grown in this field as Qiao Xuan said, it was not too uncommon to be able to grow them in the field. So she said nothing more.

But what she did not know was that Qiao Xuan had used her superpower to ripen the waterlon, otherwise they would not grow this big.

Normal people would not be able to get this without spending much energy, and the fruits might not have grown so well either.

Honestly, waterlons attracted bugs.

If it was raining during flowering and fruiting, the fruits might be dead.

But for Qiao Xuan, none of these was a problem. She could always dodge it successfully.

Therefore, her waterlons grew well, big and nurous.

Ms. Fang and the family had no idea about this, so they believed what Qiao Xuan said about how to plant them, and dropped the idea of thinking of them as precious.

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