The little boy suspiciously stuck out his tongue and took a lick.
Bai Zhi'er fluttered her long eyelashes: "Is it sweet?"
The little boy hesitated: "It seems... there's no difference."
Bai Zhi'er smiled sweetly: "But you've already tasted it, so there's no way to sell it again, so no refunds."
The little boy's mother finally reacted.
"You little girl, you're still so young, how can you be so shrewd and cunning! You tricked us into tasting it so you wouldn't refund!"
Bai Zhi'er turned around, picked up two copper coins and tip-toed to place them in the woman's hand.
"You can say we didn't make it well, but you can't say the taste is bad because we use the same sugar."
"I'll refund you these two cents, how about this, if you tell others that our sugar figures taste the best, next time you come, I'll sell them to you cheaper."
After speaking, the little one blinked her big eyes and lowered her voice: "Only cheap for you, everyone else costs five cents, but for you, just three!"
