"Bought everything? Even the so-called gift of fate?" The peddler asked with a cheeky grin.
"Everything except for that one." Han Qiwu clarified with precision.
The little pig listening nearby found their conversation utterly boring and flopped down, grunting in disinterest.
Hearing the sound, both the peddler and Han Qiwu exchanged glances.
"Whoosh!"
The peddler, with lightning-fast reflexes, blocked Han Qiwu's hand as he was about to feed the pig.
"See that, little pig? It's not me being stingy; it's him not allowing it." Han Qiwu retracted his hand, jumped up, and shouted at the pig.
"Grunt, grunt."
The pink pig couldn't be bothered to pay attention to these two dull humans.
The peddler, having successfully thwarted Han Qiwu's plan, stood proudly in front of the shelves and started taking out the goods one by one according to the list, handing them to Han Qiwu.
