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

roadside stall, making a face that clearly indicated

spoil Anderson's mood. Considering Anderson's picky nature, he

handed over

ice from a large pot,

some nuts? Any allergies to peanuts or

everything is fine," Joyce

to Anderson, "Kid,

and eat," Anderson shook his head, took a spoonful of ice, and ate heartily. It was refreshingly cool and delicious.

it good?" Joyce asked

it's good. Mom, you should try it too,"

tasted it and her eyes lit up, "It's really

intervened quietly, "You're pregnant, and ice is cold. What if it upsets

says pregnant women can't have cold things? It's not like I'm

Luther, "..."

and I had a bowl every day without fail. The children I

vendor spoke, she prepared another bowl of ice and

my sister too," Anderson had already

Anderson's sister and his mother's pregnancy. "Sir, do you want one

"Buy 4 get 1 free,

smiled and handed over a hundred-dollar bill, "One for each person, plus

the vendor happily took the money and prepared the

down from the car and handed him

you should have some

smiled

concern of Athena, everyone's spirits were relaxed today, unlike before when they were tense. Even Aaron breathed a sigh of relief as he enjoyed the rare coolness and

the ice was handed to Luther, his

so repelled. It really 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 to eat her own ice. She didn't realize