If she did not sell them, sweet osmanthus would rot after the season passed. That would be such a waste.
This money could be earned without her making much effort.
It would be such a loss not to make use of the opportunity.
Widow Sun cursed inwardly and could not sit still any more.
Eldest Uncle asked Qiao Xuan. "Ms. Qiao, why did you skip Widow Sun's sweet osmanthus? It is not good that we ignored her home, right? People might think that we are bullying a widow!"
Before Qiao Xuan could say anything, Ms. Fang snorted. "You are just overly kind-hearted! That woman always badmouths us! We don't need her flowers. Also, if she wants to sell her flowers, she can come to us. That is how everyone else did it."
Qiao Xuan added with a smile. "Yeah, Dad! What if she refuses to sell it to us because of the argument she had with mom last time? That would be so embarrassing for us. If she comes to me of her own accord, I would accept them."
