Yu Changhe handed the basket to Jiang Haiqiu. Jiang Haiqiu saw it was full of sweet potatoes and appeared flustered. He took the basket and intended to pour out the sweet potatoes, but Yu Changhe stopped him.
Yu Xiaolian was also a bit dazed at this moment. This Jiang Haiqiu looked so much like someone she knew, "Please take these sweet potatoes. I have a favor to ask of you!"
Jiang Haiqiu was stunned. A favor to ask of him?
He believed he had no particular talent, so he was very puzzled at this moment.
Yu Xiaolian asked, "What kind of peaches does your family's twenty-acre orchard produce? How many pounds per acre? Around which month do they ripen?"
Jiang Haiqiu didn't understand why she was asking, but he honestly replied, "My orchard mainly produces yellow-fleshed peaches. Last year, I sold about three thousand pounds from my twenty acres, but this year I've taken care of the orchard meticulously, so I should be able to harvest more than last year.
