"My mom's illness has improved, but she's still very weak. I want to buy some vegetables from you to make her some nourishing food," explained Shao Meiru hurriedly. My mom is fine, uncle, you're overthinking.
"Oh, is that so? Then he is... come on in, follow me," the man spoke halfway before stopping and gesturing Shao Meiru to follow him inside.
Shao Meiru was right; Uncle Zhao's place had all varieties of vegetables, and not a few either. He definitely lives up to being a vegetable seller, so professional! Shao Meiru quickly picked three or four types of vegetables and even took Uncle Zhao's private reserves from the fridge—a piece of beef and a fish. Quite the loot.
"Uncle Zhao, how much is all this? I'll pay you," Shao Meiru said brazenly, even though she didn't have a penny in her pocket.
