Sugar lemon

This lemon is expensive. Six bucks apiece. And it's a little one. It's been a long time since I bought lemons. Remember that last year only 3.5 lemons were imported. But I bought several. Dozens of dollars without a few. The fridge keeps forgetting to eat. It's not until today. Covered by vegetables. I thought I'd cook with some juice. There is no food. It's a pickle. Remember when I was eight and nine years old and grew up with my grandmother, and once uncle came back from a very far place. Bringed over 20 lemons. One day, Grandma and I took it out and looked at the golden lemon and thought it was a good orange. So I couldn't take off that skin for half a day. It was then cut open for oranges with a knife. Ouch. That smell really killed me. Grandma didn't eat it. I threw it away. Get another one. I took another cut and it was sour, Grandma told me to throw it again. Five or six cuts. They were all sour, they threw five or six, and then my uncle came back and watched us rotting lemons for half a day, and Grandma called him an orange picker, but none of them were ripe. It's sour. He said he couldn't eat like that. I didn't eat any of the lemons. They were spoiled. I grew up to know they were good。