Lin Qiao weighed five pounds of yam for Cheng Sheng, calculating at three cents, "Mr. Cheng, fifteen cents."
Cheng Sheng was no fool, and after buying vegetables for so long, he was quite familiar with the prices.
He looked at her and said, "It should be calculated as it should be."
Before she could speak, he added in a serious tone, "Otherwise, I won't take any of it."
Lin Qiao smiled softly, without saying anything further, she directly stated the total price, "Twenty-five cents."
Cheng Sheng nodded, paid the twenty-five cents to her, didn't linger, and left with Jiang Xiaozhou.
Lin Qiao put away the silver coins, bent down to arrange the yams, when a voice came from above, cautiously mixed with a hint of unconscious probing, "Sister-in-law, do you like Mr. Cheng?"
The young boy anxiously fiddled with his hands, staring straight at the side of her face.
Sister-in-law just smiled at Mr. Cheng.
