"A hardware store, how annoying!"
Qiaoqiao huffed as she got into the car.
Song Tan smiled and ruffled his head, "Good boy, sister also thinks they aren't nice, we'll try to come here as little as possible."
Qiaoqiao, feeling aggrieved, touched the QR code on his chest and complained, "He didn't pay."
"Don't worry, look at how delicious our vegetables are, once she tastes them she'll definitely want more—next time Qiaoqiao sells vegetables, try a little harder, speed up, and we won't sell to her!"
This wasn't just to appease the child, it's purely because Song Tan thought that with people like that sister-in-law, even if she specifically saved some vegetables for her, she'd probably make it known to the whole world—
"Twenty yuan a pound, ah! If it weren't for taking care of relatives, I wouldn't want to spend that money!"
