Her Cultivation Diary

The moment the low-sugar comment was made, the chat was in shock.

[Maybe you should drink some herbal medicine to regulate it, you can’t always be a big glutton]

[If I bought a pink watermelon at the supermarket, I’d be pissed, but if Qiaoqiao was willing to sell me a pink watermelon, I’d be grateful]

[Honestly, with the weather getting warmer, I really want to try this watermelon...]

[People keep talking about the pink color, but whether it actually tastes like watermelon is something I have to taste for myself]

[I bet I won’t win the raffle today, but is the pink watermelon for sale?]

In the livestream, everyone was chattering away, but Yang Zhengxi took a couple of big bites. Though he didn’t eat one whole watermelon in three bites, he did polish off the half he had completely.

His cheeks glistened with juice as he chewed and swallowed, then let out a satisfied sigh, "Delicious!"

"Really!" He was afraid the viewers wouldn’t believe him, so he described it with gestures and words, "Even though it’s not fully ripe, it’s still crispy and juicy when you eat it. It has a hint of fresh grassiness, a slight sweetness of watermelon, and a rich melon aroma..."

"After eating, apart from patching up the sky, the watermelon makes me feel refreshed, like my whole being is rejuvenated."

Hmm, is there something a bit off about that?

He thought for a moment, but since it was an honest description, he confidently raised his head and reiterated, "The watermelon flavor is simply amazing! It’s delicious!"

The viewers in the chat finally broke down.

[I don’t believe it, if it’s not ripe, how can it be good? I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it]

[Alright, alright! The fruit seller has no limits, raving about the pink watermelon—then sell it already]

[Hmm, no link, no proof, you say it’s delicious so it’s delicious? Sure, I believe you.]

Skeptical comments filled the screen, but Yang Zhengxi was now well-fed, elated: "Don’t believe it? Well, there’s nothing I can do, you can’t taste it anyway, nah-nah-nah..."

A grown-up making faces would be forced and cringe, but he’s clearly still a youngster. At this moment, with playful banter in the livestream, all the audience could do was clench their fists silently, unable to do anything else.

How frustrating!

But Qiaoqiao had a good heart, eyeing the other half of the watermelon in her hand, she stuffed it back into Yang Zhengxi’s hand: "If it tastes good, eat more. I’ll find a ripe one for everyone."

Yang Zhengxi instinctively took a bite of the jagged edge he had made, juice smearing his face when he realized, "Hey, if I get full eating this one, and you find a ripe one, what if I can’t eat anymore?"

Qiaoqiao turned and gave him a wide grin, bright, genuine, and natural: "Then I’ll eat it with sister and brother!" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Amidst the rampant laughter on the live chat, Yang Zhengxi suddenly couldn’t eat anymore: "Qiaoqiao, you’ve changed!"

As Lun Chuan looked at the pitiful him, he tried to hold it in but couldn’t help but laugh out loud: "Xiaoyang, if you can’t eat it, just put it aside. You can give it to Big Pearl later."

"Come, wash your hands, and join Qiaoqiao for the watermelon picking livestream."

Without Yang Zhengxi, that would leave the livestream deserted again for sure.

And yet, Song Tan pulled Lun Chuan along the path observing back and forth, asking him: "The watermelon ice cream you made last year was delicious, better than my aunt’s. Will you make more this year?"

The watermelons sent to my aunt’s house last year, the couple were truly traditional workhorses, never indulging themselves, their life motto is always for the children.

The couple only tasted one, found it delicious, and juiced all the rest to freeze them for Zhang Yanping to eat during the holidays.

The thing is, those watermelons were arranged by Zhang Yanping to be sent back, he stayed at Song Tan’s home, when couldn’t he eat them?

So, when it comes to watermelon popsicles, the first thing that comes to mind isn’t their sweetness, but the pressure.

However, if you replace the ordinary watermelon popsicle with the one Lun Chuan brought from the Imperial City, it feels completely different.

"I’ll make them." Lun Chuan didn’t hesitate: "If you want to eat them, I’ll make some more this year and try a few new recipes since we have more fruits now."

"Alright, pick whatever you can use."

Song Tan became happy too—the adorable little watermelon popsicles in the insulated box last year, warmed by the hot air on the return journey, were indeed refreshing and delicious.

If they weren’t genuinely tasty, she wouldn’t still be thinking of them this year.

And Lun Chuan, pondering: "Do you drink? If you do, save me some alcohol this year and I’ll try making some refreshing icy drinks—with mild alcohol, like grape slushies or peach ice shavings... they could be fun."

He’s not a professional, these are concoctions he found online using ice and various drinks or fruit juices. But they are visually appealing and taste decent, likely pleasing Song Tan’s picky palate.

Song Tan nodded quickly: "Do you need mint for these cocktails? We didn’t plant any this year. I’ll stick some cuttings in the ground near our door."

Mint grows fast, and after a rain, it would probably cover a large area, more than enough.

The two of them planned out their summer culinary delights and drinks, even deciding to buy another freezer just for these treats. Meanwhile, Qiaoqiao wandered the fields for a while, holding one watermelon in each hand:

"Sister, these two should be fine."

Song Tan took a look.

Indeed, children need more friends. Now that Qiaoqiao has made two new friends she sees daily, she’s so confident.

She shook her head: "Give them to Xiaoyang, I don’t like the pink ones."

In the chat: ...

[No, this watermelon was my pick, and the streamer picked it too, how does our sis know at a glance it’s not ripe?]

[She’s so sure, I don’t believe it]

[What were our sis and brother-in-law whispering about earlier? Curious. Streamer, buy another microphone, I’ll sponsor it]

[Sigh! Our sis’s head is in the clouds from romance, can’t even pick a watermelon right anymore]

Yang Zhengxi was filming the watermelon in Qiaoqiao’s hand, then looked up at the chat and, refusing to accept defeat, reached out: "Qiaoqiao, let’s see if these watermelons are ripe or not."

He balled up his small fist and gave two solid knocks, both watermelons splitting open.

But... it didn’t even need to be split open completely, they were both still pink inside.

"This isn’t scientific," Yang Zhengxi couldn’t understand: "The first time, we picked smaller ones, but this time, Qiaoqiao picked larger ones. Why aren’t they ripe?"

Song Tan couldn’t help but facepalm: "Oh no, stop hammering them, at this rate, you’ll ruin the whole watermelon patch."

She bent down, reached out, and casually plucked a watermelon from the vine, then took a few steps and plucked another.

"Come, taste the ripe ones."

Yang Zhengxi looked hesitantly at the two small watermelons, then at Song Tan, and hammered down with his fist again.

"Crack!"

Looking down, he couldn’t help but express his frustration: "This isn’t scientific!"