The skin of the tomato was still warm when my fingers touched it, with the peculiar moisture in the greenhouse. She picked up the reddest one, wiped it on her apron, and took a bite. The juice explodes on the tip of the tongue, it's the kind of sweet and sour taste with the taste of sunshine. She narrowed her eyes and felt her cheeks sore, then sweetened again.
This is the third month since she resigned and returned to her hometown.
Motto: Hard work will pay off