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.

of cooling ice was needed to

looked disdainfully at the roadside stall, making a face that clearly indicated he

him slightly, signaling him not to spoil Anderson's mood. Considering

one," Joyce handed over some

the vendor took the money and started working. She scooped out the ice from a large pot, added

allergies to peanuts or the like?" the vendor

everything is

to Anderson, "Kid, enjoy. There's a seat nearby. Do you want

head, took a spoonful of ice, and ate heartily. It was refreshingly cool and delicious. Being cooped up in the hospital was stuffy, having a bowl of

is it? Is it good?"

it too," Anderson scooped a spoonful and fed it

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

pregnant, and ice is cold. What if

"I'm not that delicate. Who says pregnant women can't have cold things?

Luther, "..."

it's even better to have it when pregnant. It's appetizing and refreshing. When I was pregnant, it was summer, and I had a bowl every day without fail. The children

spoke, she prepared another bowl of ice and

one for my sister too," Anderson had already

Anderson's sister and

free, I'll take the

a hundred-dollar bill, "One for each person, plus one to go.

the vendor happily took the money

down from the car and

should have some

smiled and accepted

unlike before when they were tense. Even Aaron breathed a sigh of relief as he enjoyed the rare

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 she