The table is filled with a variety of delicacies, each of which is exquisitely made, cute and delicious.
"Young Master, is this okay?" A middle-aged fat man smiled politely, he was the shopkeeper Pang of this shop.
Xiaobao sat at the table in a dignified manner, picking and tasting.
"This is so sweet. Mother knows she won't let me eat it... No, no, no!"
"Ouch, such a sour fruit...well...but it's quite enjoyable after being sour..."
"Uncle Fatty's soft cake is pretty good. Although it's a bit too glutinous, the quality is a little bit close to my Aunt Qing's craftsmanship..."
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After thinking about it for a long time, my little eyes finally turned to look at the uncle.
"When can you give me the fruit? Uncle Fatty, I've told you, only if others owe Xiaobao money, Xiaobao will never owe anyone else money!"
Shopkeeper Pang wiped his sweat, "Aren't you hungry, young master? Let's try this slowly first... As for the Chixuan Fruit, we'd better wait until the 'tycoon uncle' you mentioned comes..."
I'm kidding, I haven't seen the money yet! The Chixuan fruit worth a thousand gold is only the size of a thumb. A four or five-year-old milk baby came in as if collecting fruit and said he would like a pound first...
If the milk baby hadn't been taken care of by servants and seemed to be the child of a wealthy family, he wouldn't have been so polite.
Of course, the more important reason is that this milk baby actually used the official sign of the Fu Family of Ziwu Country as a certificate!
As the shopkeeper of this Yaoxian Pavilion, he couldn't risk offending the officials for this.
"Uncle!" Mu Xiaobao looked up from the pile of food that Shopkeeper Pang used to distract him, and smiled sweetly, "You are finally here! Fat uncle almost doesn't believe it."
Shopkeeper Pang finally smiled happily. This young master is indeed a 'tycoon uncle'. "I'm sorry to ask you to come here in person. Our small business is very profitable. You also know that this Chixuan Fruit is worth a lot of money. If it's anything else, I'm sorry."
If the young master likes to eat, of course I can give you a few."
Ye Beiling was almost sweating. How dare you call this a small business?
He is truly worthy of being one of Xia Houyan's subordinates.
Shopkeeper Pang immediately ordered, "Come here and bring up the pound of Chixuan fruit that the young master asked for."
"One pound?" Ye Beiling's jaw almost dropped, "When did your Yaoxian Pavilion sell all the spiritual fruits by the pound?"
"Oh, Young Master, you don't know something. Of course we usually sell them by the piece. But the young Young Master wants a pound for his boldness and straightforwardness. Of course, this requirement is met. The scales we use to call the Chixuan Fruit are all temporarily bought specially for the Young Master."
Xiaobao tilted his head, "Uncle, aren't you tired of selling fruits one by one? Xiaobao hates counting."
Shopkeeper Pang immediately agreed, "Young master, you are right. We have experience now. Next time we meet a proud customer like you, young master, we will sell them by the pound!"
A pound of Chixuan fruit was delivered in a delicate little treasure box.
Mu Xiaobao picked one up at random, threw it high in the air, then raised his head and opened his mouth to catch it.
This action made Shopkeeper Pang tremble a little, "Young Master...be careful..."
Mu Xiaobao chewed two mouthfuls, and suddenly his expression changed.
His brows were furrowed so that his whole face looked like a dumpling, "Well, it doesn't smell like that!"
Shopkeeper Pang panicked, "This...why doesn't this taste like that? What we sell is genuine Chixuan fruit. Has the young master always made mistakes and mistook other fruits for Chixuan fruit?"
Ye Beiling walked forward, picked up one and looked at it. It was as big as a grape and so red that it was crystal clear. It was indeed real.
