Maphario pointed at the customer, then at the watermelon in the sand pit, and finally at Shen Yibin's phone, gesturing for him to find the song. Shen Yibin had no choice but to comply. A moment later, Maphario began circling the watermelon to the tune of "Little Apple."
"Shi Xuan, what do you think a watermelon that listens to 'Little Apple' every day will taste like when it's ripe? You don't think the flesh inside will be apple-flavored, do you?" Shen Yibin mused, stroking his chin. 'If that's the case, that would be incredible.'
"I'd prefer it to be strawberry-flavored. Why don't I look for some strawberry-themed songs?" Xia Shixuan's imagination also ran wild. "Or maybe grape-flavored would be good too? I think I remember a song called 'The Grapes Are Ripe'?"
