Luo Qiao brought her hands together in prayer and said to Yuan Weicheng, "Uncle Wei Cheng, please, your vehicle is pulling it away, it doesn't require you to carry it, you can do it."
Yuan Weicheng was amused to laughter by her words; it was like treating him as a porter, "It can't be too much though, I'm worried the heat will make it spoil before I get it home."
Luo Qiao said, "It won't, the train ride is only four days, I'll pick the less ripe ones, so they'll be perfect to eat when you get back to the Capital."
Once Yuan Weicheng had washed the melon and tasted it, he no longer mentioned any inconvenience—it was simply too delicious.
Before long, Luo Qiao had all her dishes ready, and when Lu Yichen came in, he saw Yuan Weicheng sitting in the yard, resulting in both of them freezing in place.
Yuan Weicheng stood up, his eyes reddening, "How come you're here?"
Lu Yichen really hadn't expected to encounter Yuan Weicheng here, "Why are you here?"