Stiffness

Ren Zhongyang looked up at Chen Fei. The man seemed familiar, and Ren Zhongyang felt that he ought to know him. Yet when the name reached his lips, he could not call it out at all, nor could he remember what connection they had ever shared.

"Want some fruit? It's fragrant and sweet!"

Chen Fei hawked his wares, holding out a winter jujube before the village woman. The woman cast Chen Fei a chilly glance, snatched the winter jujube from his hand, and stuffed it into her mouth in one bite.

"Ah..."

Seeing the village woman's actions, Ren Zhongyang instinctively wanted to stop her. Her stomach hurt—how could she eat like that? Wouldn't her condition worsen in a moment?

The village woman chewed with great effort. Chen Fei hurriedly took out the little apples and White Sweet Potatoes from his basket. He had already gained experience in selling fruit.

He had to give people all three items at once. Otherwise, once they came to their senses, they would not buy them. There was no such thing as repeat customers here.

Now, whenever Chen Fei encountered someone, he hurriedly sold to them, then went looking for the next person.

The village woman chewed the winter jujube but tasted nothing at all. Looking at the apple and white sweet potato Chen Fei offered, she hesitated briefly before taking them. One bite each, and she swallowed them all into her stomach.

Chen Fei's mouth immediately split into a grin. He breathed, waved his hand, and Void Fried Pig Liver came in a triple strike. Winter jujubes, apples, and White Sweet Potatoes sprang back into the basket.

Ren Zhongyang looked at the village woman, then at Chen Fei's strange posture, utterly baffled for a moment.

It was not only Ren Zhongyang who was baffled.