Bai Youmo came to West Street with a load and the woman. The streets were crowded and bustling, at least more lively than in the village.

Originally, Wen Dalang used to carry a load and shout everywhere, but after Bai Youmo improved the sesame cake, many people liked to eat it, so it was easy for customers to find it in a fixed location, but it sold it quickly and didn’t have to be so tired.

"Shaobian~Shaobian~Shaobian~ One three cents, and three ten cents." Bai Youmoche shouted in his throat.

It was still the familiar shouting...

The woman stood beside her and wanted to help Bai Youmo shout a few words, but when she saw the people around her looking at her with malicious intentions, she felt a little embarrassed, but fortunately, Bai Youmo didn't let her shout either.

At first, the woman heard Bai Youmo shouting and felt that three cents were worth three cents, and there was nothing wrong with it. But when she was bored, she made a calculation by mistake and said to Bai Youmo: "My husband, are you doing this wrong? Can people save a penny by buying one by one?"

Fortunately, it was not until the meal time, and not many people bought sesame cakes. After Ba Jun subdued it, there were no prodigal sons on the street. Bai Youmo explained to the woman by selling it in a pair of ways.

After hearing this, the woman suddenly realized and gave a thumbs up and praised Bai Youmo one after another, while Bai Youmo just smiled low-key.

Bai Youmo's nose suddenly moved, and he smelled a familiar scent.

The woman saw Bai Youmo sniffing around her, thinking that Bai Youmo was smelling the fragrance of powder applied to her body when she went out. The woman thought that since it was bought by her husband, she should use it early, but when she saw Bai Youmo doing so, she blushed and lowered her head slightly, and said shyly: "My husband, how can there be such indecent actions in this street? Let's go home and smell it enough..."

"What did you say?" Bai Youmo stopped smelling things. First, he went to smell the fragrance, second, the woman's voice was as thin as a mosquito, and she didn't hear it clearly, so she asked the woman.

When the woman saw Bai Youmo being serious, she thought to herself, "Hmph, I used this trick again, and wanted to pretend to be stupid and wander around. I said I heard it home, why should my husband do this? Do you like this kind of mood?"

The woman said, "What am I saying? What are you doing? What are you smelling with your nose dishonest? Is it fragrant?"

"It smells like the broth I drank last time!" Bai Youmo blurted out subconsciously, and he finally remembered what was so fragrant.

The woman was extremely embarrassed, but unexpectedly misunderstood her husband again. She quickly changed the topic and said, "What broth?"

"Madam, please smell it carefully..." Bai Youmo's nostrils were wide open, and then the air in his nasal cavity tightened together. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to completely absorb the smell of broth into his nose.

The woman also imitated Bai Youmo's appearance, took a deep breath, and sniffed it with strength. Sure enough, she smelled the broth in the air and said calmly: "It's quite fragrant..."

The woman felt the fragrance, and she was even more sure that she misunderstood Bai Youmo's actions just now, so her voice was relatively calm and she didn't feel excited about smelling the fragrance of food. The woman now only wanted Bai Youmo not to take what she just said, otherwise she would really have to find a hole to get into it.

"It's not only fragrant, but also good. Boss Du has some attainments in opera. Although it's a little expensive, it's definitely worth a try! Madam, go and try it first, order one for me. I clean up the stall and go to eat it. I smell the fragrance, I'm really hungry..." Bai Youmo looked at the woman with a smile, and then looked at her belly.

"Little expensive? How much?" The woman's focus is not on whether it is delicious or not. What she cares about first is the price, which may be because of the hard life she has lived since childhood and is more sensitive to money.

Bai Youmo stretched out his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger. These three fingers seemed to be oath.

"What are you asking you to tell me about the price?" The woman said bluntly. She had to calculate the money clearly.

"Three...thirty cents...one bowl." Bai Youmo's voice became smaller and smaller. He and his wife had sex with each other. How could he not know the noble character of "thrift and thrift" of women? If a woman hears that the price is too expensive and refuses to eat, she will have no good fortune. After all, the power of wealth and government in the family is controlled by the woman, and she rarely saves some private money, but she has almost used it.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!