Qiao Xuan grew increasingly eager to taste the taro rolls - she knew they would be delicious!
Shao Yunduan smiled and inquired, "It looks delicious. Do you have more taro? Would you be willing to sell some to me?"
The businessman was taken aback by the request. In his eyes, the taro was just an ordinary crop, like peanuts or potatoes. It was filling but not particularly flavorful. How good could it really be?
Shao Yunduan reassured him with a smile, "I simply want to try it for myself."
Understanding the situation, the businessman realized that this man must have observed his own enjoyment of the food and now wanted to experience it for himself. It wouldn't fetch much money, but he could sell a few rolls at least.
He was growing tired of it anyway.
The businessman responded with a genuine smile, "Alright, we have a few more rolls at the hostel. If you'd like to try them, I can sell them to you later. But I'll sell them out soon."
