Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Su Haitang's idea was very good, but he didn't forget that he might face another type of customers, or it would be more appropriate to call them bad customers--thugs who deliberately find fault with free money!

She frowned slightly, and looked at the young man who squeezed away the others and squatted in front of the basket, unceremoniously picked up a melon with one hand and took two bites of it, pursed her lips and put away her smile.

"It's not sweet and you don't need money, right?" The young man smirked mischievously, his shoulder-length hair gleaming greasyly under the sun.

As soon as he took a bite of the melon, his eyebrows flew up, and he couldn't help but take a second and third bite, and he slurred his lines vaguely. "Your melon is not sweet, it's not delicious, buddy was fooled."

If he deliberately belittled the taste of the melon, he could spit out the melon he was chewing in his mouth with a bang, and it would be better if he could also slam the melon in his hand to the ground, and his persuasion would be stronger.

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

This is a well-known routine.

This little gangster is usually used to doing it, wandering around the various markets in turn, not to mention being a round belly, he can also take a lot of things for nothing to go home for tooth festivals.

But the performance of this little bastard in front of him is really special, he only said a few words of disgusting routine, he ate half a melon, and greedily licked the juice that flowed on his fingers, his eyes were so bright that he couldn't stop Keep an eye on the three melons left in the basket!

Su Haitang gently covered the thin green grass to insulate Qiuhu from the heat, prevent the water on the surface of the melon from evaporating, and block the gangster's sight!

"Hey, don't touch my melon!"

The gangster was in a hurry, he stuffed the small half of the melon with his right hand into his mouth, his cheeks puffed up absurdly, but he finally freed up one hand, and unceremoniously reached into the basket to grab the melon.

Su Haitang lightly lifted the small basket, allowing him to catch it, with a half-smile expression on his face.

"It's difficult for everyone to taste, and each person has a taste. Comrades, if you can't taste the taste of my melons, 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 half of the melon left in the gangster's left hand, and smiled kindly.

"My melon is not allowed to be tasted, comrade, you have a quick hand. But it doesn't matter, you can give me back the remaining half of this melon."

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

The gangster withdrew his hand with a whoosh, the appearance of protecting the food was amused. He thought about it and felt unsafe, so he hurriedly opened his mouth and took a big bite!

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

Su Haitang couldn't help laughing.

Has this bastard's brain been emptied by greedy moths? Why can't he speak out of his head?

With him making such a fuss, and pretending to help her advertise, would others think that she was hired by her?

Su Haitang thought amusedly, she was very proud of the charm of her spiritual spring water.

"Comrade, I pay attention to honesty when doing business. If you say that you don't need money for sweets, you won't regret it. But since you don't like eating, don't force yourself. How much do you suffer? Don't worry, I won't take your money."

Haitang smiled and scanned around the crowd watching the excitement, found a good sign, then made fun of it and publicized it.

"I understand that you, comrade, are an enthusiastic person, and you want to help the big guy find black-hearted street vendors. But my melons are worth every penny, and you can choose one in a thousand good things, so I'm not afraid to compare."

"Comrade, return the melon to me. I'll wash it and cut it into small pieces for everyone to taste before buying. You won't be afraid of being fooled."

"Hey Comrade, why did you stuff all the melons in your mouth? Whoever has water, give me a sip, don't let me get drunk!"