Space Supermarket: Farmhouse Dumb Girl Super Prosperous

Chapter 153 Are You the Only One Who Can Sell It?
Hu Xing'er, who was planning to change her career to selling umbrellas, arrived at the morning market and found out that there was someone selling chicken cakes at the place where she had previously set up a stall selling chicken cakes.

Out of curiosity, she took a few more glances.

After all, this chicken cake is a very rare pastry in Qingyue Country, and she never revealed how to make the cake.

If someone can imitate it just by eating it a few times, then it is considered capable.

But looking at it, she found something was wrong.

That person turned out to be selling fakes under her banner, how can this be tolerated?
Hu Xing'er walked to the booth with her cloth pocket on her back.

"How do you sell these pastries?" She stood in front of the booth and asked loudly.

The woman next to her was arguing with the stall owner, when she heard someone coming to buy pastries again, she hurriedly persuaded her.

"Girl, this pastry is not the kind sold by the dumb lady before.

Look at the ones I bought, they are all solid, and if you throw them out, they can kill the dog alive. "

She showed Hu Xing'er the pastry in her hand, and Hu Xing'er took it.

Good guy, what kind of pastry is that? It's just a piece of dead noodles, fried in a frying pan until golden.

It looks a bit like her egg cake from a distance, but you can see the difference when you look closely.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense.

The one I sell is the previous pastry, which was made by my sister. "

The stall owner was originally squatting on the ground, but when he saw that someone was going to interfere with her business, he quit immediately.

"Girl, don't listen to her.

My pastry is delicious. How about it? How much do you want? "

"You said this pastry was made by your sister? What's your sister's name?"

Hu Xing'er hooked the corners of her lips, pinched the pastry and asked.

"Why are you asking this? Where can I tell you the name of the girl's family casually, and it's not about seeing someone."

The stall owner's face changed, and he replied dissatisfied.

"Is your sister the little dumb guy who set up a stall here before?" Hu Xing'er asked again.

"No, only my sister can make this pastry." The stall owner proudly folded his hands on his chest.

If it wasn't for Hu Xing'er or that mute, she would really believe the stall owner's words.

Nothing but her pride.

"Yeah, I'm good friends with her.

What about your sister, I haven't seen her for a long time, and I want to talk to her. "

Hu Xing'er asked with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Nonsense, my younger sister is just dumb, how can I have any friends." The stall owner was visibly flustered.

"I also met her at this morning market, we hit it off very well." Hu Xing'er said again.

"Well, she's not feeling well recently and can't go out."

"You still make cakes when you're not feeling well, aren't you afraid to pass your illness on to others?" Hu Xing'er gritted her teeth, she didn't feel uncomfortable at all!
"She didn't do it, I did it." The stall owner panicked.

"Didn't you just say that only your sister can make this pastry? Why did you make it again?" Hu Xing'er suppressed her smile.

"She taught me how to make it. Do you want to buy it or not?" the stall owner was anxious.

"Isn't she dumb? How can I teach you? How to write? Do you know how to read?" Hu Xing'er continued to ask.

"You are so strange. If you want to buy it, you can buy it. If you don't buy it, you can leave. Don't mess with me here."

The stall owner also saw that Hu Xing'er didn't really want to buy pastries, so his expression changed instantly.

"What you're selling is a fake, that dumb guy isn't your sister at all." said the duped woman beside her.

Hu Xing'er clapped her hands and looked at the woman.

"Congratulations, you got it."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Why is she not my sister? What evidence do you have?"

People around began to look this way, and the stall owner became a little annoyed.

"Why don't I know, I have a sister like you."

Hu Xing'er squeezed the ball of fried golden noodles in his hand, and stared at the stall owner coldly.

"What did you say?"

"I said, why didn't I know I had a sister like you."

The stall owner froze for a moment, then understood what she meant.

"You don't mean to say that you are that dumb, hahaha, this is too funny."

"Is it funny? Where is it funny?"

"I pretended to be the dumb sister, and you pretended to be dumb to expose it. Isn't that funny?"

"And you know I'm a fake?"

"I said girl, don't you know what it means to be dumb.

Dumb, mute, unable to speak.

You speak clearly, girl, you have to pretend. "

The stall owner's stomach started to hurt from laughing, and he said while bending over while covering his stomach.

"You're pretending, I'm not." Hu Xing'er turned her head to face the spectators.

"I have set up stalls here many times, and there are not a few people who have bought pastries from me.

Although I was dumb and couldn't speak before, I can speak again now.

However, my appearance has not changed. "

She looked at those people and took two steps forward.

"Big brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts.

Look at me, am I the little mute from before. "

This is the morning market, and there are already many people.

From the moment the conflict broke out here, it has already attracted the attention of many people.

When Hu Xing'er asked this way, more people looked this way.

Soon, someone recognized her.

"Oh, it's not you.

You have set up so many stalls, and I always buy pastries. "

An older lady smiled and said, "My grandson likes to eat your pastries the most."

"Yeah, I know you too.

I changed clothes today, I didn't pay attention to it just now. "

Hu Xing'er used to wear coarse clothes, but now she changed into a bright one, which made many people feel their eyes brightened.

More and more people opened their mouths, affirming Hu Xinger's identity.

The stall owner's face gradually turned pale, and he looked at Hu Xing'er with jealousy.

The woman who brought the child to buy pastries also glanced at her: "Did you hear that, the Lord is here. Hurry up and give me back my money."

How could the stall owner get out the money that was finally in his pocket so easily.

"So what if it's her, who stipulated that she is the only one who sells this pastry."

As soon as she said this, Hu Xing'er laughed out of anger.

"There is no rule. If you don't use my name and say that I am your sister, I can't control you even if you sell poison here."

"However, you told the big guys that I am your sister, and that I made your cake that can kill people. If you ruin my reputation, I must take care of it."

The people next to him talked a lot, and they all gave pointers to the stall owner.

"No, I was fooled last time.

This pastry is not delicious at all. I would not buy it if I hadn't eaten the little dumb one before. "

"You know what, last time I bought it too, the taste is simply indescribable.

I also said that the pastry making skills of this little dumb person regressed suddenly, and what the co-author is selling is fake. "

"It's fake, there's no real cake." The stall owner's face was extremely ugly, and he stared at Hu Xing'er resentfully.

"To cut off people's wealth is to kill their parents, I will fight with you!"

　Thanks for Banxia Yisuyan's monthly ticket, Riwan's stamina is a bit strong
　　
　
(End of this chapter)