Upon arriving in town, Qiao Duo'er sliced a small plate of meat for customers to taste, just like yesterday.
The dock was teeming with transients, making this tactic viable for a while.
But today, it seemed as if the heavens were jealous of her booming business, for it wasn't long before someone was sent to cause trouble.
"Madam, why don't you cut some more? My grandson hasn't had his share yet!"
A woman complained discontentedly.
Her face of disdain seemed to say: What kind of person are you, so stingy? There's barely any meat here, who's it enough for?
Black lines formed on Qiao Duo'er's forehead; had her grandson even had time to swallow the meat in his mouth?
She wasn't blind, she figured that little boy had eaten nearly half a plate of meat already.
"Auntie, I'm just running a small business here. If you keep eating like this, I might as well hand over the stall to you," Qiao Duo'er joked half-heartedly.
Normally, with a comment like that, anyone would have held back.
