"Terms?" Pan Ping'an was puzzled about which tune she was playing, and his heart furrowed, thinking inwardly that a little girl sure had many demands, yet his face grew ever more pleasant and agreeable. "Just say it, as long as I can manage it I will not shirk it. We're all neighbors after all, ha-ha, ha-ha-ha..."
Hua Xiaomai knew he was worried she'd ask for the moon, which secretly amused her. She pursed her lips and said unhurriedly, "Actually, it's nothing major. Since I've agreed to do business with you, Uncle Ping'an, I will just make the preserved fruits and cakes on time and hand them over to you. As for how you plan to sell them or for how much, I will not inquire at all. I only hope that when you return to the village each month, you could tell me more about the news from the Provincial City. For instance, which of the foods I make are especially popular, which are neglected, and what are the currently popular sweet and savory snacks there, and such. That's all."
