Chương 330: 330. The watermelon is ripe_1

Whether the surprise of the Imperial City would last, no one could say at the moment.

But Qiaoqiao's surprise had certainly started in the melon field.

Early in the morning, after feeding his increasingly plump pigs and sharing a moment of affection with Big Wang and Big White, and even having a brief touch with Daxiong while descending the hill, he finally completed this short bout of work.

By the time he had spread his kindness evenly to Dabao, Erbao, Sanbao, Sibao, and including the not yet fully disciplined Wubao, Liubao, Qibao, and even Datian, the sun had already begun to blaze fiercely.

However, for Qiaoqiao, this wasn't a problem at all.

His cheeks were rosy, his short black hair faintly glistened with sweat, and his skin was snowy white, looking absolutely radiant in the sun.

Zhang Yanping, growing increasingly dark and strong, couldn't hide his jealousy and could only humph, "Little brat, smelling of milk like that."