Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

  Su Haitang's idea was very good, but he didn't forget the other type of customers that he might face, or it would be more appropriate to call him a bad customer - a gangster who deliberately finds fault and eats for free!

   She frowned slightly, looking at the young man who pushed aside the others and squatted in front of the basket, picked up a melon in one hand and took two bites separately, pursed her lips and closed her smile.

   "It's not sweet and it doesn't cost money, right?" The young man grinned slyly, his shoulder-length hair reflecting greasy under the sun.

   As soon as he took a mouthful of melon, he raised his eyebrows, unable to restrain himself from taking a second and third bite, and slurped his lines. "Your melon is not sweet or delicious, buddy is fooled."

  If he can spit out the melon he is chewing when he deliberately demeans the taste of the melon, it would be better if he can slam the melon he is holding onto the ground, and his persuasiveness will be stronger.

   And in order not to affect other customers' desire to buy, most of the stall owners will take the initiative to send a few good ones to send them away quickly, seal the mouths of scoundrels, and be at peace with each other.

   This is a well-known routine.

   This little **** is used to doing it all the time. He takes turns wandering around the various markets, and he can even take a lot of things home for free.

But the performance of this little **** in front of him is really special. He only said a few words of disgust in his mouth, half a cantaloupe was eaten, and even the juice that flowed to his fingers was licked greedily, his eyes were terrifyingly bright, and he went straight. Stare at the three melons left in the basket!

  Su Haitang gently covers the thin grass to isolate the heat of the autumn tiger, prevent the water on the surface of the melon from evaporating, and also block the sight of the gangster!

   "Hey, don't touch my melon!"

   The gangster was in a hurry, the small half-melon in his right hand shoved hard into his mouth, his cheeks puffed up in a ridiculous look, but he finally freed up a hand, and rudely reached into the basket to grab the melon.

  Su Haitang lightly mentioned the small basket and told him to grab it, with a half-smiley expression on his face.

"It's hard to adjust your mouths, one person has one taste. Comrade, 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 land if you don't eat all my melons. Why bother with yourself? ."

   She glanced at the melon left in the gangster's left hand and smiled kindly.

   "My melon was originally not allowed to be tasted, comrade, your hands are fast. But it doesn't matter, give me the rest of the melon."

   "I'll cut off what you eat, rinse the rest with water, and cut it into small pieces, just enough for other people who want to buy it to taste."

   The gangster withdrew his hand with a whimper, and the appearance of protecting the food was hysterical. 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 try to deceive others!"

  Su Haitang couldn't help laughing.

   Has this bastard's brain been devoured by greedy worms, why can't he speak beyond his head?

  Have him come to make such a scene, just like helping her to advertise, will others think that this is a trust she paid for?

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

   "Comrade, I pay attention to honesty in my business. If I say it is sweet or not, I won't go back on it. But since you don't eat well, don't force yourself. How much will you suffer? Don't worry, I won't charge you."

  Haitang smiled and swept around the crowd watching the excitement, and found that the signs were good, and then made fun and publicized it.

   "I understand you, comrade, you are a warm-hearted person, and you want to help the big guy check the black-hearted vendors. But my melons are worth every penny, and there is a good thing in a thousand miles, so I'm not afraid to compare."

   "Comrade, please return the melon, I will wash it and cut it into small pieces for everyone to taste before buying, so you won't be afraid of being deceived."

   "Hey, comrade, why did you put all the melons in your mouth while talking? Whoever has water, give it a sip, don't give it a sweet!"