Bo Yan is not unloved, but just calm down. Just now, a few young people were holding flower baskets and asking him to buy roses for his girlfriend, but he didn't take action.

I dare to sell thirty-one roses as a bouquet of roses. It’s really easy to make money these days.

Xia Siyu came over and saw a lot of roasted sweet potatoes, sweet and soft. She had no idol burden at all. Her favorite was not a high-end French food, or these roadside stalls. She hurriedly grabbed Bo Yan and wanted to buy it.

Bo Yan was about to ask for the price, but the other party apologized in a slightly dialect accent: "Can you use the money? I don't have a QR code, and if I have it, it's my son, so I will go to his place directly."

Bo Yan nodded, so that's it. No wonder there are so many people today. There are still fewer people in this stall and cannot pay on mobile phones, so most people cannot pay.

But this did not hurt him. When he went out, he was afraid that Xia Siyu would go to the night market today and brought some change, so he asked the other party to choose a red-hearted sweet potato, roasted with a swelling and oily big sweet potato. Xia Siyu stood for a long time and watched the fireworks. She was indeed a little hungry. Anyway, there was no one here, so she picked up the sweet potato and ate it. The sweet potato was very hot, her hands were very hot, and her mouth was very hot, but when she ate it, it was sweet and sweet, and it was particularly soft and glutinous.

Bo Yan handed him a twenty yuan bill, but unexpectedly, the other party finally found him fifteen yuan. He also flipped through her change barrel and asked him another fifty cents.

It has been many years since Bo Yan has not bought such a cheap snack, which is so big, and he was a little shocked. He had just weighed the sweet potato, at least two pounds, but he only collected more than four yuan!

Xia Siyu also saw it, her eyes felt a little uncomfortable. Bo Yan looked back at her and then looked at the old man. There was coal ash on her face and her clothes were a little dirty by charcoal fire. However, her hands were washed very clean. She just smiled: "This is grown by our family, and sweet potatoes are cheap this year, a few cents per pound. I'm just working hard money."

Bo Yan nodded, looked back at Xia Siyu, his eyes softened, and asked her: "Is this delicious?"

Xia Siyu nodded desperately while holding the sweet potato, Bo Yan smiled, "How many sweet potatoes do you have? I want to buy them for my friends to eat. We still have several friends here, and everyone likes them very much."

He wanted to help, but he didn't want to give her money directly. The other party came to set up a stall in a cold weather, and made money by relying on his own hands to do things in vain and throw them directly to her cash. It was too humiliating and he couldn't do it.

The old man weighed it and it was a loss for a fireworks party today. It sold it faster, with less than ten kilograms left. Bo Yan bought them all and handed them to her fifty. The other party was a little embarrassed: "This... I can't find it."

She didn't have that much change, but Bo Yan was gentle. He smiled: "Then, give us a few more plastic bags, so we can pack them. We will share them later. We will share them with friends. Now the supermarket plastic bags are also charged."

The other party nodded quickly and tried to find him the change. He prepared a lot of oil paper and put a few layers of plastic bags to hand it to him.

Bo Yan brought it in her hand and walked back with Xia Siyu. Xia Siyu felt a little fluctuation in her heart, and she didn't chew the sweet potatoes on her mouth: "Do you still remember those people in the northwest?"
Chapter completed!