Before selling the winter melon, she had prepared for the worst, such as not being able to sell the melons.
Given the current situation, she could put her heart back in her stomach.
The initial cost of the winter melon had been recouped.
When Lu Siyuan returned after delivering the winter melon, he was puzzled; everything had been fine when he left, but upon his return, Shen Mianmian was nowhere to be seen, only a group of older women tightly surrounding their small stall.
Mianmian's petite figure was submerged in the crowd, not a trace of her in sight.
Thinking something might have happened, he hurried to push through the crowd, but an older woman pushed him out.
"We were all here before you, if you want to buy something, get in line. Don't push."
Lu Siyuan: "..."
They're all here to buy winter melon?
