Reaching out to take it, when he saw the list of herbs drawn on the white paper with charcoal, he was instantly stupefied. Are these all second-grade and third-grade herbs?
One or two would be fine, but is it really necessary to bring so many at once?
The waiter's mouth twitched fiercely twice, looking at the little person in front of him as if she were a monster. Are these really what this little child needs?
What does she want these herbs for?
"Little Dongzi, what's wrong?" The shopkeeper lifted his head from the account book and looked at the waiter who was frozen in place with suspicion. They were so busy now; why was he still standing there?
"Ah, shop, shopkeeper," Little Dongzi felt his tongue was all tied up.
"What's the matter, don't you want to do business anymore?" The elder (shopkeeper) came out from behind the counter, adjusted his glasses, and approached with dissatisfaction.
