"Miss, your eyes are really sharp!"
Qing He didn't know what Hua Xiaomai was looking at. Seeing her staring intently at the stall on her right, she clapped her hands joyfully and said, "That Uncle Liang over there, don't just look at his small stall. Our Lady says that his fish are not only fresh, but he has the most diverse types available. Sometimes, he even has rare and precious items that are hard to find locally. We at Taoyuan House do regular business with him; we're old customers!"
Hua Xiaomai smiled at her and crouched down in front of the stall.
Perhaps hearing his own name from Qing He, the middle-aged man in his forties sitting behind the stall opened his eyes and slightly lifted the conical bamboo hat on his head.
