Watermelons had such a short shelf life that they couldn't be stored for long, making them difficult to transport overseas.
Besides, the people of Huaxia all loved eating watermelon, so no matter how much they grew, they could consume it themselves.
Other countries were different. Because of their climate and geography, many couldn't grow watermelons. Even when they could, the fruit was usually not very tasty or sweet.
As a result, watermelons had become a rare delicacy in other countries—a luxury fruit several times more expensive than durians.
In Japan and South Korea, giving someone a watermelon as a gift was considered an enormous gesture.
They ate watermelon as if it were caviar, only daring to take tiny bites.
That was nothing like the people of Huaxia, who would cut a watermelon in half, give one half to each person, and eat it by scooping it out with a spoon, pressing their faces close to it, peeling off the rind, and so on.
No wonder Hashimoto Kannna was making that expression.
As she took one small bite after another, she kept exclaiming that it was so sweet—far sweeter than any watermelon she had ever eaten in Japan.
Halfway through, Hashimoto Kannna even asked Jiang Siming, "Can I pack some watermelon to take home after I finish eating?"
Jiang Siming felt an urge to cover his face and laugh. Sigh, these foreigners really haven't seen much of the world.
Also, how could this short girl eat so much without growing taller or fatter?
Where did all the nutrients she ate go?
"By the way, Mr. Jiang, has Rimi been doing well lately? I haven't seen her in ages. I came to Huaxia, but she didn't even come to see me."
Even eating watermelon couldn't stop Hashimoto Kannna from talking.
Jiang Siming