CHAPTER 1107: CHAPTER 1107: PITIFUL TO LIVE UNDER SOMEONE ELSE’S ROOF (1)

Yang Men’s voice wasn’t exactly quiet and was particularly sharp, so the nearby vendors naturally heard her. Upon hearing this, their expressions turned a bit unpleasant, and they glared at Yang Men: "Young lady, what are you saying? This is our own small business, we eat it ourselves too—how can you say it’s inedible? If you don’t like it, nobody’s forcing you to buy it."

In this era of doing business, the most important things are simplicity and practicality. Especially with snacks, they’re mostly homemade specialties that are clean and hygienic, with plenty of quantity. We don’t earn much, just enough to make a living.

But even so, we can’t allow people to insult us like this.

Yang Men carried herself with a city dweller’s sense of superiority towards rural places; Yang Tao always knew this because Yang Men used to flaunt her city status while disdaining others around her. However, she didn’t expect Yang Men to shout it publicly like this.

Facing the cold stares of the surrounding vendors, she felt extremely embarrassed. She wanted to pull Jiaojiao away, not wanting her to be subjected to these scornful looks.

But Ruan Jiaojiao wasn’t afraid. She had been adored by adults from a young age, and it wasn’t fake. She was young and had a sweet, cute appearance—looking more like she should be in elementary school—which made her particularly tender amidst a group of high school students.

Her small mouth was sweet, and her soft voice instantly softened a nearby vendor’s gaze.

"Auntie, I want this. How much is it?" Ruan Jiaojiao pointed at the sugar-oil cake, which was sweet and fragrant in the oil pan. She sniffed it with a smack of her lips, showing her greedy expression.

To the vendor, her little appearance affirmed her craftsmanship, and her sweet voice brought a spontaneous smile to her face: "Do you want to try, little girl? It’s ten cents for two—they’re sweet and sticky and definitely delicious. If they’re not tasty, Auntie won’t charge you."

Ruan Jiaojiao turned to ask the person behind her: "Brother, do you want some?"

"Jiaojiao, you buy them yourself. We’re going to buy fried cold noodles ahead," Ruan Lei said, as boys tend to be naturally uninterested in sweet, sticky things.

Ruan Jiaojiao nodded, turned to the vendor, and said: "Then Auntie, I want four." She and Yang Tao would have two each.

"Alright." The owner glanced at the obedient and cute Ruan Jiaojiao, directly scooped out five, saying, "There are five of you, Auntie will give you one extra, so you can each have one."

"Thank you, Auntie." Ruan Jiaojiao said with a smile because the sugar-oil cakes were hot and couldn’t be wrapped in paper—she could only use a bamboo stick to hold them. For others, the vendor skewered two on one stick, but for Ruan Jiaojiao, she skewered five sticks.

The vendor served one after another, leaving Yang Men as the only one without one at the end.

Needless to say, Yang Men’s face was very upset when she was left out in the end. Ruan Jiaojiao pinched the one in her hand, then looked at Yang Men’s unpleasant face, weighing her chances of it being slapped away if she handed it over. She chose not to play the good Samaritan and ate hers fragrantly.

"I didn’t expect that it would taste quite good." Ruan Lei devoured it in a few bites, thinking it would taste bad because of its gooey texture; surprisingly, it was quite alright.

"Of course, young man, we’ve been doing this craft for over ten years—no one’s ever said it tasted bad after trying it." The owner laughed heartily upon hearing this, her tone full of pride.

Finally, Ruan Lei bought four more and shared them with Lu Zishu. As for Yang Men, he acted like he didn’t notice her longing looks—after all, she despised their small place, so it was better to save themselves the trouble.