Coward

Tian Caihua instantly bristled. "Hmph! We took a fancy to this stall first! What do you want it for?"

Wen Wan: "You took a fancy to it, but you never said you wanted to buy it. I was the first to say I wanted to buy it!"

Zhou Guohua tugged at Wen Wan's hand. "Xiao Wan, let's pick another one."

He signaled with his eyes for Wen Wan not to act like this.

They were neighbors, after all, and they had even borrowed someone else's motorcycle. How embarrassing would it be?

His father and Uncle Fu had fought with each other all their lives, but at most, they had only traded barbs and shown off what they had at home. They had never gone this far.

What was this if not outright snatching? There were so many stalls—why insist on grabbing one the other party had taken a fancy to?

"Don't say anything! I want to buy this one!" Wen Wan was displeased. She had visited this market in her previous life. This stall sold pork and was the most prosperous one.

She had once helped the owner of this stall buy pork. The owner had said that while other people sold one pig a day, he could sell two, and during the New Year and other festivals, even three.

Now, all the good stalls in the entire market had Red Paper pasted over them to show they had been sold. This was the best one left.

She would not feel embarrassed, nor did she care if people talked about her. It was not as if she would lose a chunk of flesh!

But if she could not buy this stall, she would lose a great deal of money.

After all, only prosperous stalls would attract people fighting to rent