The night sales clerks were two young men in their twenties. They probably recognized them and smiled without saying a word.
Qi Zeyan was obviously inexperienced too and actually asked Ruan Mengxi, "Which flavor do you like?"
"Uh... Whatever."
Qi Zeyan turned to the clerk, "Which one is better?"
"This brand sells the best, the one you're holding is the most expensive, and this one is a bit special; it depends on your preference." The young man was straightforward.
Ruan Mengxi wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Could you hurry up? How come you started researching!
Is the important thing you mentioned just this?
Qi Zeyan hesitated for a while and finally said:
"Let's take them all."
Ruan Mengxi: "..."
The clerk was naturally happy, swiftly pulled out an opaque bag, scanned the purchase, packed it, and as they left, said, "Wish you two a pleasant evening."
