Chapter 887: Failure (1)
It's not that Bo Yan is usually unloving, he's just a little calmer. Just now, a few young people held flower baskets and asked him to buy roses for his girlfriend, but he didn't take any action.
I dare to sell thirty-one bouquets of fake roses. It’s really easy to make money these days.
Xia Siyu came over and saw a lot of roasted and oily sweet potatoes, sweet and soft. She has no idol baggage at all. What she likes most is not fancy French food, but these roadside stalls. She quickly grabbed Bo Yan to buy it.
When Bo Yan was about to ask the price, the other party said apologetically in a slightly dialectal accent: "Can I use banknotes? I don't have a QR code. If I do, it belongs to my son. I will go directly to him."
Bo Yan nodded, "I see. No wonder there are so many people today, but this stall is still sparsely populated. If you can't pay by mobile phone, most people won't be able to pay."
But this didn't bother him. When he went out, he was afraid that Xia Siyu would go to the night market today, so he brought some change with him, so he asked the other party to pick a big sweet potato with a red heart, the skin exploded when roasted, and the oil kept leaking. Xia Siyu stood for a long time watching the fireworks, and she was indeed a little hungry. There was no one else here anyway, so she picked up the sweet potato and took a bite. The sweet potatoes were very hot, her hands were very hot, and her mouth was also very hot, but when she ate them, they were fragrant, sweet, and especially soft and glutinous.
Boyan handed him a twenty-dollar bill. Unexpectedly, the other party gave him fifteen yuan in the end. She also rummaged through her coin purse and gave him another fifty cents.
It had been many years since Bo Yan had bought such a big snack at such a cheap price, so he was a little shocked. This sweet potato had just been weighed, at least two kilograms, but it only cost him more than four yuan!
Xia Siyu also saw it, and her eyes were a little uncomfortable. Boyan looked back at her and then at the old man. There was still soot on her face and her clothes were a little dirty from the charcoal fire, but her hands were washed very clean. She just smiled: "This is what we grow ourselves." , and sweet potatoes are cheap this year, only a few cents per pound. This is my hard-earned money.”
Bo Yan nodded, looked back at Xia Siyu, his eyes softened, and asked her, "Is this delicious?"
Xia Siyu nodded desperately while holding the sweet potatoes. Bo Yan smiled and said, "How many sweet potatoes do you have left? I want to buy them for my friends to eat together. We have several friends here, and everyone likes them."
He wanted to help, but he didn't want to give money directly. The other party came to work in the cold weather and made money by doing things with his own hands. It was too humiliating for him to just throw cash to her.
The old man weighed it. Thanks to the fireworks show today, the sale was relatively fast. There was less than ten kilograms left. Bo Yan bought them all and handed her fifty. The other party was a little embarrassed: "This... I can't help it." Look for it.”
She didn't have that much change, but Bo Yan was gentle. He smiled and said, "In that case, you can give us a few more plastic bags so that we can pack them. We will share them with our friends later. Nowadays, plastic bags in supermarkets also require Charges."
The other party nodded quickly and gave him as much change as possible. He also prepared a lot of greased paper and put several layers of plastic bags in them and handed them to him.
With Bo Yanti in hand, he and Xia Siyu walked back together. Xia Siyu felt a little fluctuated in her heart, and she stopped nibbling the sweet potatoes: "Do you remember those people in the northwest?"
They previously donated money to Hope Primary School and built roads in the village. But I always feel that there is still something dull in my heart.