They said it was work, and indeed everyone was working, toiling under the scorching sun until three thirty in the afternoon. The female guests were nearly exhausted and took a moment to find some shade under the makeshift tents set up by the staff to sit down, drink some water, and eat some watermelon.
Of course, to eat chilled watermelon, there were conditions. At the very least, you had to trade three buckets of rubber for it.
The female guests sat around the table eating the "expensive" watermelon slices, chatting casually while they ate, and they could conveniently supervise the male guests who were still working diligently under the hot sun. The natural breeze blowing through the tent was both cool and comfortable.
Shi Su silently ate two bites of watermelon, then picked up a bottle of water beside her to drink, not continuing to eat.
