You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1919: A Happy Family

On their way home, Anderson saw a small handcart by the roadside with the words "Watermelon Ice" written on it. He knocked on the car window, "Can we stop for a moment?"

The car slowed down, and Aaron pulled over to the side of the road.

Joyce embraced Anderson, looked in the direction he was gazing, and asked, "What's up?"

Anderson pointed to the small cart outside, "They're selling watermelon ice by the roadside, and I want to have some."

"Chuckle," Joyce laughed, "You had a lot for dinner. Are you hungry again?"

Turning around, Anderson replied, "Dinner was a bit too much. I suddenly feel like having some watermelon ice."

"Can we eat stuff from the roadside? What if it's not clean?" Luther questioned. He never ate from street vendors. "We have a fruit platter at home with all kinds of fruit. Or if there's something specific you want, we can ask Aaron to get it when we get home."

"But I want this," Anderson insisted rarely.

"Okay," Joyce gently patted his head. "Alright, since you want it, let's get out now."

Although Luther was not very willing, he still got out of the car and opened the back door for them.

Anderson jumped out of the car and ran towards the watermelon ice stand by the roadside, stopping in front of it.

The vendor was a woman in her fifties, her skin dark in the night, with deep wrinkles on her face, showing the marks of time.

"Little kid, it's hot weather. Do you want a bowl? It's very cheap, only $15. Our watermelons are home-grown, and the ingredients are all homemade. It's natural, organic, healthy, and hygienic." The vendor enthusiastically promoted her watermelon ice.

On a summer night without breeze, the air was sweltering.

ice was needed to

the roadside stall, making a face that clearly indicated he believed it

Anderson's

Joyce handed

scooped out the ice from a large pot, added freshly cut watermelon, seasonings, syrup, raisins,

Any allergies to peanuts or the

everything is fine," Joyce

the watermelon ice and carefully handed it to Anderson,

refreshingly cool and delicious. Being cooped up in the hospital was stuffy, having a bowl of ice to cool off and

is it? Is it good?" Joyce asked

Mom, you should try it too," Anderson scooped a spoonful and fed

and her eyes lit up, "It's really good, give me a

intervened quietly, "You're pregnant, and ice is

says pregnant women can't have cold

Luther, "..."

refreshing. When I was pregnant, it was summer, and I had a bowl every day without fail. The children I gave birth to have such clear skin, not like my old face.

the vendor spoke, she prepared another bowl

one for my sister too," Anderson had already eaten most

your family, you're really blessed," the vendor said happily upon hearing about Anderson's sister and his mother's

vendor smiled, "Buy 4 get 1 free, I'll take the money

hundred-dollar bill, "One for each person,

happily took the

ran over to call Aaron down from the car and

you should have

Aaron smiled and

tense. Even Aaron breathed a sigh of relief as he enjoyed the rare coolness and comfort

was handed to Luther, his expression still

tastes good. Don't underestimate street vendors; they often represent traditional craftsmanship. I grew up eating these, and I haven't suffered for it," Joyce said as she chuckled, lowering her head