Qiao Qiao also wiped the sweat off her face - she wasn't tired, but her aunt lived on the top floor, and the room was stuffy.
Then he looked around the room and was surprised to find that his aunt didn't turn on the air conditioner!
Although the temperature didn't reach 37 or 38, it was at least 33°. After the summer sun, my aunt refused to turn on the air conditioner, and there was not even any coolness in the room!
Only the ground was still wet.
Seeing Song Tan's scrutinizing look, the eldest aunt said proudly:
"It's hot, I'll sprinkle some water on the ground, and then the fan will blow, and it will cool down quickly!"
Song Tan: …
Song Tan didn't know what to say, but Qiao Qiao was particularly supportive:
"Aunt, you are so smart. This is how we sprinkle water in the yard. It saves electricity!"
"Isn't it?" The eldest aunt also became proud: "Our Qiao is still good at living. But the eldest aunt is also good to you. I didn't go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables today in order to wait for you!" Sun Shouping
Song Tan looked at the sky outside again - it was already dark, what vegetables to buy? My aunt must want to go to the vegetable market to grab the special price again.
Okay.
She had no choice but to say goodbye: "Aunt, we're leaving first. We still have to deliver melons to uncle and his family later."
"OK."
My aunt also took out a large plastic bag from the paper box at the door and said, "Let's go downstairs together. The vegetables and fruits in the supermarket at the door will be on sale at eight o'clock. I'll take a walk and buy some."
Just then, my aunt's cell phone rang.
She answered the phone, and her uncle's loud voice came through the speaker:
"Hongmei, the supermarket next to my workplace has vegetables at half price at 7 o'clock! They must be fresher than those at 8 o'clock. I'll wait here until 7 o'clock and come back later!"
Song Tan: …
How should I put it? When it comes to living, her aunt is really an extraordinary strong person.
What’s even better is that she found such a family!
I am sorry.
…
Dusk was about to fade away in the sky, and the city lights were gradually becoming noisy. Song Tan turned his car and went directly to the wholesale market in the suburbs.
Qiao Qiao wondered: "Uncle's house is closer!"
"I know." Song Tan said meaningfully, "I don't like my uncle very much, so I have to meet him one last time."
"Oh, oh, oh," Qiao Qiao nodded in understanding and took out another cucumber from the bag: "I don't like it either. It would be better if we could just avoid seeing it!"
"That won't work." Song Tan explained: "Grandpa is uncle's father. If he wants to build a house, uncle has the responsibility to contribute some money. Because when uncle bought the house, grandpa also contributed money."
"So we have to remind uncle to prepare the money."
Of course, sideways.
"I understand." Qiao Qiao said seriously: "Teacher Xin said that we should respect our parents and take care of the young. It is the responsibility of my uncle, aunt and father to support my grandfather."
"But Teacher Xin also said that giving is a two-way street. My eldest aunt got the least, so she can give the least to honor my grandfather."
The cucumber made a crunching sound as he chewed it. The fragrant air filled the car. Song Tan couldn't help salivating. She opened her mouth wide:
"Give me a bite, ah—"
Qiao Qiao quickly broke off a piece of cucumber and stuffed it into her mouth, then said very cautiously: "Teacher Xin said that except for couples, boys and girls cannot eat the same food! But I'm a boy!"
Song Tan: …
"Teacher Xin taught me well - but don't you have another cucumber? Since you broke it, why don't you give me the whole one?"
Qiao Qiao exclaimed, "Ah!" and then said in annoyance, "I forgot!"
…
At night, the fruit wholesale market on the outskirts of the city is even more prosperous than during the day. Large trucks come one after another, and people are constantly shouting to unload and get out of the way.
Song Tan's small pickup truck was mixed in among them and was not noticeable at all.
She arrived at the Dahong Fruit Wholesale Store with familiarity. Her uncle Zhang Hong was talking to a truck driver in the front, while her aunt Wu Fang was wearing an apron and bending over to move plastic baskets on the ground.
Seeing this, Song Tan didn't have time to pick up the watermelon, so he took Qiao Qiao with him to move the basket.
"Auntie, there are many kinds of fruits purchased this time!"
The aunt looked up and saw her. She smiled in surprise, but when she saw that the two of them wanted to help with the work, she quickly stepped forward to stop them:
"No need for you, just these few baskets, I'll finish moving them in a moment."
"Dahong, look who's coming!"
Song Tan quickly stopped her with a smile: "Aunt, don't call me uncle, isn't he busy? Qiao Qiao and I do farm work at home every day, we have plenty of energy."
As he spoke, he easily carried three baskets of fruit into the warehouse.
My aunt stood there, stunned.
Even my uncle, who rushed over after hurriedly saying goodbye, opened his mouth wide:
"This kid... What did this kid do in the countryside? How come he is so strong!"
Qiao Qiao also secretly stacked three baskets of fruits together, but when she tried, it almost didn't work!
He glared at the basket in frustration and reluctantly changed to two baskets.
Fortunately, it was successfully moved and he entered the warehouse smoothly.
This is a large wholesale basket, one basket can hold 50 kilograms!
My aunt was so distressed that she was wandering around the warehouse when she saw a basket of two premium packaged Kirin melons and quickly took them out.
Song Tan's heart skipped a beat: "Aunt, what are you doing?"
My aunt said quickly, "It's so hot today, let's kill a watermelon to quench our thirst. This freshly harvested watermelon is so sweet!"
Song Tan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"No, Auntie, you can keep these watermelons and sell them for money. I also brought you a few from home."
As he spoke, he told Qiao Qiao: "Go, quickly bring over the watermelons that you grew at home."
Qiao Qiao responded happily.
Song Tan looked at the Qilin melon in the basket again - it was not very big, probably about 7 or 8 kilograms, which was about the same weight as the big melon she had specially selected.
Qiao Qiao handed the melon over: "Aunt, this is the first batch of melons in my family. I specially left it for you to eat."
"Yes," Song Tan added, "Brother Yan Ping asked me to watch you cut one. You can't sell it no matter what."
In essence, both my aunt and my uncle are people who know how to live, but my aunt is obviously more stingy, while my aunt is as frugal as every ordinary person.
We all grew up in the same village, so why should we feel bad about the watermelons from our own fields? My aunt even scolded me, "Don't listen to your cousin's nonsense. Why should I sell my own watermelons? It's not like I can't get more."
As he spoke, he held the melon under the tap and rinsed it briefly, then subconsciously patted it with his hands.
"Don't… "
These are all specially picked for my aunt, and they are ripe! Qiao Qiao opened her mouth to stop him, but heard a familiar voice -
"Click."
He closed his mouth. He was used to it. He said familiarly, "The watermelon is cracked."
My uncle was quite surprised: "You may not be able to find such a good melon in a whole summer - oh! The melons grown in our own fields are the best. Just smell it, how refreshing and sweet it is!"
He couldn't help it any longer.