C82 Chapter 82

At Wan Qiqi’s call, someone holding a sample cup hurried over.

The woman looked at the wooden barrels and a few jars laid out on the stall and asked politely, “Miss, are you the one handing out samples up by North Street?”

Wan Qiqi smiled. “Yep. Want a cup?”

The woman didn’t even ask the price. She took one first. After she finished, she still looked a little unsatisfied