"Little sister, do you have any spare cardboard over there?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
At the alluring young woman's request, the girl selling hairpins nodded quickly. "Just wait, big sister, I'll fetch it for you right away. Is there anything else you need? Let me see if I can help you both."
Tong Dongnuan was about to say something else, but Xia Liang hurriedly pulled her back and shook his head.
"Thank you, miss. We just need a piece of cardboard."
Having obtained the cardboard, Xia Liang wrote a few words on it with a black pen.
"Five Mililiters Each, Take Your Pick!"
Xia Liang placed the simple, handmade sign on the roof of the car. He didn't hawk his wares, choosing instead to wait for customers to approach them.
