Zhi'er looked confused, "We're all doing business, they have big trades, we have small operations, what's the difference!"
After saying that, the little guy took the initiative to stand in front of the stall, took a deep breath, and raised his cute little voice—
"Fragrant and sweet, beautiful sugar figurines, does no one really want to take a bite?"
A woman carrying a vegetable basket came over and asked with a smile, "How much for a sugar figurine?"
Zhi'er turned to look at Mo Yanchi.
Mo Yanchi held up five fingers.
The little guy immediately flashed a bright and adorable smile and said sweetly, "Fifty cents!"
The woman's expression changed, "So expensive? Not buying, not buying."
She seemed afraid that Zhi'er would persuade her to stay, so she hurriedly left with her vegetable basket.
The little guy stood there, looking bewildered.
"Fifty cents, isn't that right?" Last time, when setting up a stall with Third Brother to sell potatoes, it was about this price!
