Chen Wanqing laughed off the talk of "making a delivery," not taking it seriously.
Seeing that both the Shopkeeper and Zhao Jing had stopped to look at her, she removed her veiled hat and took a box from the basket on her back.
"Please inspect the goods. They're all freshly made, so if anything is amiss, feel free to point it out."
Mr. Wang quickly lowered his head to look at the box.
This Miss Chen was far too beautiful. The moment she lifted her veil, it was an understatement to say she graced his humble shop with her presence.
Even an old man like him, well past fifty, was captivated by the sight. He feared he would lose his composure if he didn't make an effort to appear dignified.
"The incense from your Qingxiang House is the purest and most effective. The ones Miss Chen delivers personally are the cream of the crop. What need is there to inspect them? I'm a regular. How could I possibly not trust you?"
