"Sir…" At this moment, Jiang Xiaoyue came to Mr. Fang bashfully and asked with eagerness, "Do you still have peaches just like the one that we ate last time?"
Whenever she remembered its taste, she would wonder, How come there is such a delicious peach in the world?
She looked at Mr. Fang eagerly.
After all, the snacks that were out of stock had been later for sale again, so she wondered if this kind of delicious peach would be sold later as snacks.
"Oh that…" Mr. Fang thought for a while. "Not now."
"Really? How about in the future?"
Seeing the disappointment on Jiang Xiaoyue's little face, he immediately said, "In the future… there might be."
"Really?!" Jiang Xiaoyue asked in elation.
"Of course!"
After all, he had a peach pit in his hand. Mr. Fang wondered if he could really grow a peach tree.
