Second grade composition Du Bridge lights up

There was a row of watermelon sellers not far from the roadside. My father and I coincidentally rushed to the nearest melon stall. The stall owner was dark, with small eyes, and a very obvious scar on his face. He kept wiping his face with a towel of unknown color. As soon as he saw the business, he came over immediately. While picking melons for us, he boasted about how sweet his melons were and how moist they were. It's really a typical "grandma Wang sells her melons and boasts herself"! I watched coldly and said in a deliberately long tone: "Dad! You must pick something sweet for me, but don't make it too ripe!" After saying that, I gave the melon seller a provocative look. The melon seller didn't seem to feel my emotions, and still said to me with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, I'll keep all my melons. If they're not sweet, you don't have to pay for them!" At this time, a few more people came over and started selling melons. The Lord immediately greeted us with a smile on his face, and repeated exactly what he had just said to us. The sun was shining unobstructed on us, and the weather was really too hot. Dad seemed to believe what he said. He picked up a big watermelon, weighed it, paid the money, picked it up and left. As soon as we walked a few steps, we heard the stall owner calling us from behind. We turned around in surprise, only to see the stall owner running over with a big watermelon and said: "Oh, I didn't pay attention, you prepared me." I bought the sheep watermelon (overripe watermelon) that I threw away. This one is good, guaranteed to be sweet!" He quickly took the melon from his father's hand, turned his head, and threw the melon into the trash can on the roadside.