Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

Su Haitang's vision is very good, but he has not forgotten the other type of customers he may face, or it is more appropriate to call it a villain-deliberately looking for faults for nothing!

She frowned slightly, looking at the young man who squeezed the other people and squatted to the basket, unceremoniously picked up a melon in one hand, and bitten them separately, pursing her mouth and smiling.

"You don't need money, don't you?" The young man smirked vigorously, his shoulder-length hair greasy and reflective in the sun.

When he took a mouthful of melon, his eyebrows flew up, and he couldn't restrain himself from taking a second and third bite, gobbled up vague lines. "Your melon is not sweet, not delicious, buddy fooled."

If he deliberately belittles the taste of melon, he can spit out the melon he is chewing in his mouth. It is best to smash the melon he is holding on to the ground, and he will be more convincing.

In order not to affect the desire of other customers to buy, most of the stall owners will take the initiative to send them a few good ones to send them away, seal up the rogue's mouth, and have peace with each other.

This is a well-known routine.

This little gangster is usually used to doing things, taking turns walking around in various markets, not to mention having a round belly, but can still bring a lot of things home for nothing.

But the appearance of this little **** in front of him is so special, he only said a few words that he disliked, and half a cantaloupe was eaten, and even the juice that flowed on his fingers licked greedily, his eyes were bright and straight. Staring at the three melons left in the basket!

Su Haitang gently covers the thin green grass, isolates the heat of the autumn tiger, prevents the moisture on the surface of the melon from evaporating, and also blocks the sight of the gangster!

"Hey, don't touch my melon!"

The gangster was anxious, and the small half of the melon with his right hand was stuffed into his mouth vigorously, his cheeks bulged with a ridiculous appearance, but he finally freed up a hand and unceremoniously reached into the basket to grab the melon.

Su Haitang touched the small basket lightly and asked him to grab it, with a smile on his face.

"It’s hard to adjust, one tastes one. Comrades, if you can’t taste the taste of my melon, don’t embarrass yourself. It’s not that someone is forcing you to lose the house and the land if you don’t eat up my melon, so why bother with yourself? ."

She glanced over the half of the melon left in the gangster's left hand, and smiled kindly.

"I didn't allow anyone to taste this melon. Comrade, your hand is fast. But it doesn't matter. Give me the rest of your melon."

"I'll cut off what you eat, rinse the rest with water, and cut into small pieces, just to give someone else who wants to buy it to taste."

He withdrew his hand in a whisper, the appearance of protecting the food made people gimmick. He thought about it and felt unsafe, and hurriedly opened his mouth and took a big bite!

"Your melon is not sweet, I have tasted it! Don't want to fool others again!"

Su Haitang couldn't help but laugh.

Is this gangster's brain eaten empty by greedy worms, why can't he speak too much?

If he came to make such a fuss and helped her advertise, would others think that she was hired by her money?

Su Haitang thought amused, proud of the charm of her spiritual spring.

"Comrade, I pay attention to honesty in my business. If I say that I don't want money, I won't regret it. But since you have a bad taste, don't force yourself to suffer more? Don't worry, I won't take your money."

Haitang smiled and swept around to watch the lively crowd, and found that the signs were good, and then he amused and promoted.

"I understand that you, comrade, you are an enthusiastic person. I want to help the big guy look up the black-hearted vendors. But my sweet melons pay for what they buy. It's a good thing from a thousand, so I'm not afraid to compare."

"Comrade, please return the melon. I will wash it and cut it into small pieces and ask everyone to taste it first and buy it later, so I won't be afraid of being fooled."

"Hey Comrade, you just squeeze the melon in your mouth when you talk about it? Whoever has water, give it a sip, don't give it to sweetness!"