Under such circumstances, anyone with a bit of sensitivity wouldn't continue to inquire further, and her expression had already said it all.
As for what they might think, it no longer mattered. What was important was that if she hadn't been forced by circumstances, why would she come out to sell pickles?
Fortunately, her craftsmanship was always quality-assured, and most people could afford the price of 50 cents or one yuan.
However, since it was early in the morning, there weren't many people, but she still managed to sell tens of dollars.
After class in the evening, she went to the vegetable market and stayed for two hours, earning over 30 yuan.
She had made less than one hundred yuan over the weekend, but at least she netted fifty yuan, enough to cover a week's living expenses.
With the experience of selling pickles under her belt, she went home that night and bought a large bucket of cooking oil, a bag of flour, and ten jin of black and white sesame.
