She ignored Qin Dazhuang's displeased look, put down her backpack, and began helping him.
"Aunt Zhang, you want this piece? This one's good. It has lots of fat!"
"Uncle Liu, these pigs' lungs are very fresh. You can buy them without worry. When the pig's lung soup is made, your little grandchildren will definitely love it!"
"Ah, Grandma Lin, we're all old neighbors. Don't you trust our Qin family's pork? The price I'm giving you is definitely the best!"
Qin Xiaoyao greeted the customers with enthusiasm and familiarity, handling them with ease.
Seeing this, Qin Dazhuang stopped frowning. He waved his cleaver and got busy.
After a large wave of customers had passed, the pork stall finally became quiet.
Qin Dazhuang went to the side to pour a bowl of cold water and gulped it down noisily.
Seeing that his daughter was also wiping her sweat, he immediately poured another bowl for Qin Xiaoyao.
