"Okay." Xie Yan responded.

He bent down and was about to pick kiwi fruits when he heard Liner add: "It's big."

Xie Yan's move was paused: "Big?"

Liner nodded: "Yes."

Xie Yan reached out his hand, poked the kiwi fruit on the stall with a slender fingertip, and then said, "It seems a bit hard to big."

Like a brick, it's probably going to be terrible.

Liner said: "It's big."

Xie Yan: "The big ones may be sour and not delicious."

His words were already very tactful. With just this pun, Xie Yan knew that this thing might not be sour, but it would definitely be sour.

Moreover, it must be even more sour than lemon.

Liner insisted: "I want something big if it's not delicious."

"..." Xie Yan withdrew his hand, looked at her with his eyebrows raised, "Confirm?"

Liner nodded with great certainty: "Yes, I want to be big."

"Okay." Xie Yan didn't ask again, bent down and picked up the largest kiwi fruit on the two stalls.

At the same time, it is also the hardest two.

How hard is it?

The stall owner of the fruit stall almost rolled the blade of the paring knife when she finished washing the kiwi fruit and peeling it.

After finally finishing the skin, the stall owner put it down and picked up another one, and his eyelids began to jump up.

Oh, this one is harder.

I guess a paring knife is not enough.

Perhaps because he was afraid of smashing the signature of his fruit stall, the stall owner pinched the hardness of the kiwi fruit in his hand and advised tactfully: "I feel that this is too green and it will take a while to eat it, otherwise it will be very sour. Girl, how about you pick a few smaller ones, the smaller ones are sweeter."

Liner shook his head and repeated with a firm look on his eyes again: "It's big."

Auntie at the stall owner: “…”

OK, big ones, big ones.

The stall owner rolled up her sleeves. After rolling up the blades of the two paring knives, she finally finished the skin with difficulty. Then she picked up the fruit knife from the chopping board, cut the kiwi into pieces with a few clicks, put it into the packaging box, and placed two plastic long-handled forks inside.

After Xie Yan took it, he asked Lin Er again: "Do you still eat anything else?"

"No." Lin Er tilted his head and looked at the night market casually, "Let's go there and take a look."

"Okay." Xie Yan nodded.

Among the seasons of the year, the night market in summer is the most lively.

Next to the night market is the sea, and various temporary food stalls and cart stalls line up along the long coastline. The lights are bright and lively. This is the place with the most intense atmosphere of fireworks on earth.

The two of them walked around for more than ten minutes, but there was nothing they wanted to eat. Finally, they picked a food stall and sat down.

The store covers a large area. There are dozens of square tables in front of the barbecue grill, and a shiny blackboard next to it, with a few crooked words written on it, which should be the name of the store.

Lin Er stared at the sign for a long time, but he really didn't recognize what it was. She pointed to the sign and asked Xie Yan: "Don't tell me, is it written on it?"

The word is too ugly, and it is always praising it when it comes to ghost painting talismans.

Xie Yan continued to use his magical ability to identify the cursive script on the publicity column of the Third Middle School, and easily recognized it: "It's Chinese characters."
Chapter completed!