For a moment, women on both sides were leaning out of the pavilions above them. Some threw the fruit down and some wrapped the fruit in their handkerchiefs and dropped them down. Fruit was flying all over and everyone in the street was dumbfounded.
"Quick, catch them! Why are you just staring? Don't waste their good intentions." Song Ming said and patted the shoulders of his companions. He then pulled his sleeves up and caught the fruit that was being thrown down.
"Oh, oh."
Ning Lang also recovered from his daze. It just so happened that the stall next to him sold baskets, so he put a basket in each hand and caught the melon and fruit the women threw down from above them. Some of the girls on the street had even bought fruit and put it in his basket directly then ran away bashfully.
"Okay, okay, don't throw anymore, don't throw anymore, we can't carry anymore."
