Madam Zhao nodded repeatedly. "Okay, okay."
At this moment, Su Sanlang also came forward to help.
Su Xiaoling also ran to the street and imitated Su Xiaolu to talk to the passing women.
She was still struggling to promote, and she was blushing.
Not loud enough either, but she didn't give up, either. If one didn't stop, she'd talk to the next.
Su Xiaolu took a look and spoke even louder.
Big brother, big sister, beautiful aunt, kind uncle…
Kind sister. Gentle aunt. All these names slipped out of Su Xiaolu's mouth.
Her loud voice was very bright on this street, and more and more people were willing to sample sauerkraut and pickles for free under her enthusiastic and loud shouts.
Some people bought it, and naturally, some people did not buy it after trying.
"Eight copper coins is too expensive. Better not."
