Zhao Miao clutched her forehead, turned her head, and ran away in tears, her heart filled with spite: 'Dried radishes, huh? Well, grandma here will spit on every single one...'
As she blissfully imagined how to get revenge on that detestable Yang Erlang, another sunflower seed accurately hit her swinging hand: "I shall be checking later, and if you dare to taint my dried radishes, prepare to eat bran and swallow vegetables!"
Zhao Miao nearly burst into tears, swiftly turning her hand to cover her mouth. She knew the scoundrel behind her would indeed say what he meant and do as he said...
Yang Ge laughed heartily with a "gaga" sound and turned back behind the counter, then fixed his gaze on Li Qing: "Oh right, what did you say you were here for again?"
