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Chapter 251 2021.4.17 Broken Words

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    (Summary: This guy who bought sweet potatoes is really not very good)

    Yesterday, I dreamed again I walked to a stall buying raw sweet potatoes, and heard the male stall owner yelling that it was cheap, so I stopped to look.  There were not many sweet potatoes left, so I bent down and looked carefully, and saw sweet potatoes standing upright in the slots of the box, each with small bumps and bruises.  Knowing that it was left over by others, the stall owner wanted to sell it cheaply so that he could leave the stall.

    I really like sweet potatoes. Considering the cheap price of these off-hand products, although there are some small bruises on the sweet potatoes, it should be fine if you eat them quickly, so I was tempted to buy them.  Just then, a young girl came from my left, also to see these sweet potatoes, and she also planned to buy some.

    When I saw this, I was a little anxious, because there were only a few pieces of sweet potatoes in total, and they were left over by others.  Here comes another point, if I act slowly, the slightly better ones of these leftover sweet potatoes will be gone.  So I hurriedly ordered bags of sweet potatoes from the stall owner.  The stall owner said it was one yuan per catty. I thought it was okay, and it was indeed cheaper than the ones outside.

    What the stall owner gave was a white transparent plastic bag, and the young girl also took the bag.  I grabbed the sweet potatoes half-cut on the round surface from the translucent white plastic box first, and quickly picked up the better-looking ones.  The sweet potato feels soft and waxy to the touch, and there is some slightly viscous juice at the bottom of the box, which may be made of steamed honey, and it is guessed to be sweet.

    Some dark gray stuff in some half-cut sweet potatoes, I think those are not very good.  Because I was the first to choose, I took the ones that looked better first, and the bad ones were selected in the end, because the good ones were gone, and the defective ones were all that much.

    Perhaps the male stall owner saw that we were vying for it here, so he immediately raised the price and refused to accept the price he had just promised.  Seeing this, the young girl threw down the sweet potato and gave it up.  Of course, I was also uncomfortable. I felt that this stall owner was speechless and immoral.  But I still wanted this sweet potato at a lower price, so I pretended to pack my things and stood there waiting to see if the stall owner would retort the original price. After all, the girl had already left, and only  I am the buyer.

    Who knows, what should the stall owner do, and ignore me anymore.  Then a male friend of his came up to him, and the two sat and chatted.  This situation makes me more speechless

    I heard that the content of their chat was that the male stall owner had an improper relationship with a woman, as if the woman had a family.  This male stall owner looks to be in his thirties, he is caught in a romantic turmoil

    I thought this was important information, so I secretly took a mobile phone to take a picture of the chat between the stall owner and his friend.  When shooting, the video screen in the mobile phone appeared in the current reality. Behind the two people some daily life of the woman at home and her husband appeared.  I felt that the filming was almost done, so I turned off the camera function, put the phone away and put it on my body, then threatened the stall owner that I had filmed what they said, and walked out after speaking.

    I went out and turned left across the street and walked quickly. After walking for a while, the male stall owner caught up with me with a few rotten sweet potatoes in a plastic bag.  He was guilty of my recording his affairs, and he came to give me those sweet potatoes for free to make peace.  Tall and fat, his tone and expression softened, and he lost the rigidity he had just asked for the price.  I looked at his rotten sweet potatoes, really who cares about his few sweet potatoes, or sell the leftovers the way I wanted it just now, I really don't want it now  .  Of course, I didn't intend to pay attention to his nonsense.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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