"Wife, these melons are growing so well, they are really big." The field was full of thriving fruits, and Big Bull was very pleased. Not long ago, this place was still a wilderness, but after some hard work, it had bloomed with vitality.
"You think these are big?"
Xuexue looked at the watermelons in the field that were only the size of two fists and smiled, shaking her head—there was still some time before they were ripe!
In her previous life, she had seen watermelons in the Capital that weighed over a dozen pounds, but now they were only about one or two pounds, barely bud-sized, and really not much at all.
"What's wrong? Could it still grow bigger?" Seeing Xuexue's unconcerned smile, Big Bull was amazed. Even he, the widely knowledgeable Ghost King, had never seen this variety of melon, yet Xuexue, a simple village girl, seemed to know more than he did.