Waiting for the handful of people to finish asking, Qiao Xiaomai plastered the same smile on her little face and replied, "Watermelons, Sour Plum Soup, and vegetables are not for sale, but pigs, chickens, and crawfish are."
At this response, the faces of the crowd couldn't hide their disappointment.
They had anticipated that watermelons wouldn't be for sale, as Yang Hao had already stepped forward to refuse; there was no chance for watermelons.
But why weren't the Sour Plum Soup and vegetables for sale?
"We've only grown enough vegetables for our own consumption."
"Sour Plum Soup isn't worth much, and it's a hassle to transport, but if you want some, I'll bring a few jars over for you later," Qiao Xiaomai said.
"That's very embarrassing, Miss Qiao, just name your price, we can still afford Sour Plum Soup," the group hastened to say.
"You all have come running in this blazing sun, I feel quite bad, so consider the Sour Plum Soup a gift," Qiao Xiaomai said with a beaming smile.
