The clerk quickly sneaked a glance at her and seemed unsure about making the decision on her own, murmuring softly, "I'll go and ask the customer who bought the sugar."
After she finished speaking, she then approached Rong Yan, asking in a low voice, "Customer, as you just heard, what do you think about parting with the jar of peanut candy for that lady over there?"
Rong Yan hadn't expected a random jar of peanut candy she bought to become a treasure. She pinched the bridge of her nose, which ached from the headache, and told the clerk, "I bought it for my son. I don't really want to sell it."
The clerk was completely unprepared for her refusal.
After all, a jar of candy worth two hundred could be sold for two thousand, or even more. Anyone who isn't a fool would sell it.
It's not as if it's anything so important, just a trifle for kids to eat.
If she sold this one, she could just as well buy something else at the supermarket. It would be just as delicious.
