Ren Zhongyang looked up at Chen Fei, feeling a sense of familiarity. He believed he should know Chen Fei, but frustratingly, as the words were about to leave his lips, he couldn't recall the name or remember any interactions they might have had.
"Do you want to eat some fruit? They're sweet and delicious!" Chen Fei called out, holding a handful of jujubes and offering them to the village woman. The woman cast a cold glance at Chen Fei, then took the jujubes from his hand and stuffed them into her mouth.
Ren Zhongyang, seeing the woman's actions, instinctively wanted to stop her. Her stomach was hurting, and eating like this might worsen her condition.
The village woman chewed vigorously, and Chen Fei quickly took out some small apples and white sweet potatoes from his woven basket. When it came to selling fruit, Chen Fei had already gained some experience.
