Shu Ling and the others were still in a daze.
Many onlookers walked over.
Most of them were curious about their origins.
Some people also asked about the price of vegetables.
Song Qingyou and the others had done their homework on the price of each dish.
Song Qingyou also had a photographic memory, so no matter what the price was, she could answer quickly.
As more and more people passed by, there were always people who stopped and business gradually increased.
Chen Zixuan was still ignored.
Fortunately, someone asked when they passed by. Tang Zinian slowly let go and shouted a lot louder.
Even so, the customers here were far inferior to Song Qingyou's.
Moreover, Yinyin, who had been picked up by her granduncle and passed by, even volunteered to help Song Qingyou advertise.
The little girl's peddling attracted many customers.
If this continued, Chen Zixuan's team would definitely lose.
