Getting the first piece of silver, Bai Yaoyu was very happy.
He started mimicking Bai Zhi'er's way, standing in front of the stall yelling.
More and more people were tasting, but few were buying.
After all, thirty-five cents per pound of potatoes was still expensive.
But Bai Yaoyu listened to Bai Zhi'er say, "This is called Zhi Bao fishing, whoever wants to bite the bait will do so."
He found his sister's reasoning both funny and exasperating.
It wasn't long before a trembling old man showed up.
He didn't even taste the potatoes and just wanted to buy some to take home.
Bai Zhi'er blinked her dense long lashes, noticing his plain clothing.
The little fellow's eyes were dark, with a clear sheen.
A small hand directly grasped the old man's wrist.
"Grandpa," Bai Zhi'er lowered her voice and said, "Go buy next door, they're cheaper, ten coins per pound. Don't buy from us, ours are too expensive. Save your money."
Upon hearing this, the old man's beard perked up with a smile.
