Su Xiaofeng asked Ye Cheng to stop at a rather conspicuous and shady spot in front of the apartment building, and then she had Su Peng move the peaches and plums down from the car.
She went to a nearby small store to buy some plastic bags, and since there was no scale, Su Xiaofeng could only have Su Peng help with the bagging, twenty peaches a bag, weighing a little over three jin but not quite four.
"Brother," Su Xiaofeng instructed Su Peng while bagging, "you'll call out for customers on the roadside later. Just follow what I taught you...."
"Little sister," an auntie with a child of about three years old stood in front of Su Xiaofeng's stall, "What kind of peaches are these? They don't seem local, do they?" The local peaches aren't this pretty. Most importantly, these peaches not only look nice, but they also appear to be fuzz-free.
