"Little girl, look at what you're saying. If you want a doll, using my gun won't do. You've got to use your husband's gun..."
The street vendor, a middle-aged man in his forties, burst into laughter upon hearing Xu Qing's words.
"You have a gun on you?"
Xu Qing was startled by the comment and waited for Ye Feng to ask.
But as soon as she spoke, her cheeks flushed red, and she glared at the stall owner, puffing with indignation.
Though she was young, she was not naive about matters between men and women. How could she not know what kind of 'gun' the owner was referring to that could make her pregnant...
"Hehe..." Ye Feng chuckled and then asked the owner with a smile, "How can we win that biggest stuffed bear?"
"Simple, if you can hit the bullseye with three bullets, it's yours!"
The owner spread his hands, grinning as he spoke, and added, "However, that doll has been here for almost a year, and I haven't seen anyone win it yet."
