As soon as the low sugar spoke, the barrage was shocked.
【If you might as well drink some Chinese medicine to treat it, you can't always be a greedy girl】
【I scolded you when I bought pink watermelon in the supermarket, and Qiao Qiao was willing to sell me pink watermelon, and I was grateful to you 】
【Don’t say, the weather has been warm recently, and I really want to try this watermelon…】
【Just talking about pink, I have to eat it if the melon tastes heavy or not That's what it counts】
[We mean that one of the lottery draws today is probably not allowed, but is the pink watermelon sold? 】
The people in the live broadcast room were chattering, but Yang Zhengxin was "kuakua" two bites. Although there was not three bites of melon, he ate the half of the melon he had hammered down.
Eat it until the shiny juice was covered with the cheeks, then sniffed it for a while, then sighed: "It's delicious!"
"Really!" He was afraid of live broadcast Everyone didn't believe it, and now they stroked and described it: "Although the melon is not ripe, it tastes as crispy and full of juice, with a little green grassy smell, a little sweetness of the melon, and the rich melon It smells good..."
"Apart from repairing the sky, I felt like I was pounding after eating, as if I was moistened."
Hey, is there something wrong?
He reflected on it, but obviously all the words were true descriptions, so he raised his head again and emphasized: "The melon tastes very strong! It tastes delicious!"
The people in the live broadcast room finally broke the defense. Now.
[I don't believe it, how can it taste delicious if it is not cooked? I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it】
【Okay, okay! There is no lower limit for melon dealers, I'm blowing pink watermelons - you're selling them]
[Hmph, no link or truth, do you think it tastes delicious? I believe it. 】
The questioning words spread all over the screen, but Yang Zhengxin was full and drank, and browsed: "Don't believe it? If you don't believe it, then I can't do anything. Who can't let you eat it? A brief... "
Adults make faces look deliberate and greasy, but he is obviously a teenager. He is laughing and scolding in the live broadcast room at this moment. Everyone can't do anything except clench their fists silently.
Damn it!
Jo Qiao is still a kind person. At this moment, she stared at the other half of the watermelon in her hand and stuffed it back into Yang Zhengxin's hand: "Then you eat more delicious food, and I'll pick one cooked for you. ”
Yang Zhengxin subconsciously took a bite at the irregular plane he had hammered out. As the juice was pasted on his face, he reacted again: "Hey, I'll eat this melon later and I'll have enough food. You've found the ripe one. What should I do if I can't eat it. ? "
Jo Qiao turned her head and grinned at him, brilliant, simple and natural: "Then I will eat with my sister and brother!"
Along with the live broadcast room, he was rampant, hahahaha The screen was full of people, and Yang Zhengxin suddenly couldn't eat it: "Jiao Qiao, you have changed!"
Lu Chuan looked at the pitiful him again, and endured it again and again, but still couldn't help laughing out loud: "Little Yang, if you can’t eat it, just put it aside. If you turn around, you can give it to Da Pearl. "
"Come on, wash your hands and pick melons for Qiao Qiao live broadcast."
Without Yang Zhengxin, the child will definitely leave the live broadcast room empty again.
Song Tan pulled Lu Chuan back and forth along the trail, and asked him: "The watermelon ice cream you made last year is delicious, much better than my aunt's. Will you still make it this year? "
The watermelon I gave to my aunt's house last year, the couple is really worthy of being a traditional old ox. That is really not to enjoy it for themselves. The motto of life is for children.
The couple only tasted one and found it delicious. All the rest were juiced in the refrigerator and waited for Zhang Yanping to come home for the New Year and the Festival.
The problem is that those watermelons were sent back by Zhang Yanping, so he lived in Song Tan's house. When did he want to eat them?
Therefore, when it comes to watermelon popsicles, the first thing you feel is not sweetness, but pressure. However, if this ordinary watermelon popsicle was replaced by Lu Chuan when he was in the imperial capital, the taste would be different.
"Make." Lu Chuan did not hesitate: "If you want to eat, I will make more. I will try a few new recipes this year. After all, there are too many fruits now."
"Okay, you can pick it if you can use it."
Song Tan was also happy - on the return trip last year, the hot heat in the car was blowing, and a few small and cute watermelons in the insulation bucket were blown by the hot heater. Popsicles, really refreshing and delicious.
If it weren't for the delicious food, she wouldn't have been obsessed with this year.
Lu Chuan thought for a while: "Do you drink? If you drink it, leave me some of the wine this year. I'll try to adjust some ice drinks - those that can be adjusted with mild alcohol, Qingdi Sushan, Tao Ding Caibing...is more interesting."
He is not a professional, he is made of ice cubes and various beverages and fruit pulp that he watches online. But the advantage is that the color is beautiful and the taste is not bad, which should be in line with Song Tan's picky mouth.
Song Tan nodded quickly: "Do you want to use mint for this kind of bartending? I haven't planted it at home this year. I'll cut it at my doorstep."
Ment grows fast, after a rain, I'm afraid it can be crawled in a large area, which is enough.
The two discussed the delicious food and drinks that will be presented in summer. Now they have arranged to buy a freezer and put them in a special way. Qiao Qiao has been wandering around the field for a long time, and now one in the left hand and one in the right hand:
"Sister, these two are definitely OK."
Song Tan looked.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
Well, it turns out that children still have to make more friends. I have met two new friends every day, and Qiao Qiao is so confident now.
She shook her head: "Then give it to Xiao Yang, I don't like to eat pink."
Live broadcast room:...
[No, I chose this melon. The anchor just happened to be chosen by him, why did our sister know that she was not familiar with him at first glance? 】
[She is so sure, I don’t believe it]
[What are our sister and brother-in-law talking to each other just now? curious. The anchor will buy another microphone, I sponsor it】
【well! Our sister was overwhelmed by love, and now the watermelon is not picking well]
Yang Zhengxin is holding a cell phone to take pictures of the melon in Qiao Qiao's hand. When she saw the barrage, she looked up and didn't believe in evil. He stretched out his hand and said, "Jiao Qiao, come on, let's see if the melon is ripe."
He clenched his fist again, and Bangbang punched two times, and the two watermelons were cracked and big Mouth.
But... you don't need to break it apart completely, you will know that these two are still pink.
"This is not scientific." Yang Zhengxin was puzzled: "The melon we picked in the first time was a small one, but this time I saw the two big ones that Qiao Qiao picked, so how could it be No? ”
Song Tan couldn't help but hold her forehead: "Oh, stop hammering, if you hammer it, you will be overwhelmed by the entire melon field."
She bent down, stretched out her hand, and just pulled one off the melon vine casually. The watermelon came, then took two steps forward and grabbed another one. "Come on, try the cooked ones."
Yang Zhengxin looked at the two big and small melons in complexity, then looked at Song Tan, and punched them down again.
"Click"
When he looked down again, he couldn't help but feel sad and angry: "This is unscientific!" (The end of this chapter)