When everyone was home, Dahu brought the watermelon to the table. Mrs. Jiang looked at the fruit, with its bright red inside, picked up a piece, took a bite, and instantly squinted her eyes in happiness, "I must say, this thing is quite sweet, much sweeter than the wild fruits from our mountain."
"Mom, don't spit the seeds yet, wait a moment."
Gu Nian quickly stood up, ran into the house to grab a large bowl, brought it out, and placed it on the small table, saying, "Okay, after everyone finishes eating, spit the seeds into your hand and put them in the bowl, make sure not to throw them away."
Mrs. Jiang, who was about to spit out the seeds, quickly spat them into her palm and asked, "Why are you collecting these?"
"To plant!" Gu Nian answered matter-of-factly, "I heard this thing was sent from the Western Regions; it hasn't reached here yet, and it tastes delicious. If we can grow it ourselves, we can surely make a lot of money."
