CHAPTER 351: CHAPTER 351: CAN’T EVEN MAKE A SUGAR FIGURINE, YET DARES TO RUN A STALL

Zhi’er looked confused, "We’re all doing business, they have big trades, we have small operations, what’s the difference!"

After saying that, the little guy took the initiative to stand in front of the stall, took a deep breath, and raised his cute little voice—

"Fragrant and sweet, beautiful sugar figurines, does no one really want to take a bite?"

A woman carrying a vegetable basket came over and asked with a smile, "How much for a sugar figurine?"

Zhi’er turned to look at Mo Yanchi.

Mo Yanchi held up five fingers.

The little guy immediately flashed a bright and adorable smile and said sweetly, "Fifty cents!"

The woman’s expression changed, "So expensive? Not buying, not buying."

She seemed afraid that Zhi’er would persuade her to stay, so she hurriedly left with her vegetable basket.

The little guy stood there, looking bewildered.

"Fifty cents, isn’t that right?" Last time, when setting up a stall with Third Brother to sell potatoes, it was about this price!

Mo Yanchi quickly took her little hand and kindly taught, "Little disciple, fifty cents is too expensive, who would buy it! Five cents a stick, that’s the right price!"

Zhi’er pouted, "Alright then, no problem. I’ll correct it for the next customer."

Soon, another little boy came, led by his mother.

The little boy was short and chubby, with small eyes, he said, "I want a green bull sugar figurine!"

Zhi’er immediately said, "Five cents!"

The little boy’s mother took out a copper coin.

Then all three of them stared at Mo Yanchi, who was not moving.

Zhi’er’s long lashes fluttered, and she gently pushed Mo Yanchi, whispering, "Master, make the sugar figurine!"

Mo Yanchi finally came to his senses.

His painting skills were top-notch, and his past artworks were cherished by many of his students.

So, Mo Yanchi was confident that making sugar figurines would be a breeze for him.

However, reality was harsh.

The syrup in the spoon was difficult to melt, and he couldn’t control the heat; it got burned one moment and wasn’t hot enough the next, making it impossible to form.

By the time Mo Yanchi finally adjusted the syrup, positioned the stick, and began to paint on the board.

He couldn’t control the flow of the syrup!

In the end, amidst the slightly impatient looks of the little boy and his mother, the green bull sugar figurine was finally made.

But it didn’t look good.

The little boy held it, wrinkling his nose in disdain, "What is this!"

His mother was also displeased, "It’s so ugly, is this sugar figurine my son, born under the bull sign, is this a bull or a pig? Can’t even make a decent sugar figurine, still out here with a stall!"

Mo Yanchi immediately stroked his beard and said deeply, "It’s a bull, for sure. Pig ears aren’t shaped like that."

But the little boy started whining, "I don’t want this kind of bull, it’s different from the green bulls I’ve had before, it’s ugly!"

The woman then said directly, "Refund! We don’t want it!"

Mo Yanchi’s face turned stern instantly, "How can we refund it? This is what you asked for, and it can’t be sold to someone else now."

The woman put her hands on her hips, raising a fuss, "You make it ugly, and we can’t return it? You’re forcing a sale, be careful I report you to the government!"

Mo Yanchi was about to argue to the end with her.

But Zhi’er suddenly waved her little hand, "Stop arguing!"

She walked up to the little boy, "You always eat pretty green bulls, right?"

The little boy haughtily said, "Yeah, I won’t eat such ugly ones you make!"

"But before you buy, you should also think, not every time will things be as you wish."

"Although this green bull is ugly, its taste is definitely sweeter than the ones you’ve had before, if you don’t believe, try it." Zhi’er blinked her big eyes.