"Shi'an! You made your first sale!"
Chen Shi'an had successfully sold his first handmade piece at his stall, and Li Wanyin seemed far more excited than he was.
Standing beside him, she had heard and seen everything clearly. That little wooden pen holder had sold for four hundred yuan, just like that.
Even though she felt it was worth the price, Li Wanyin still found it incredible when Chen Shi'an actually made the sale.
"Four hundred yuan! Just like that, four hundred yuan in your pocket! Shi'an, you're amazing! Even if I sold all this sweet soup, I'd only make two hundred at most."
"Well, I have you to thank for that, Sister Wanyin."
Chen Shi'an smiled. "So far, everyone who's stopped to look at my stall bought sweet soup from you first, Sister Wanyin, and just happened to glance over here."
"It's because your things are good! Looks like there really are plenty of people with a good eye. That woman and her husband got a bargain. You even threw in a free face reading!"
"Mm, just a quick look and a few words for free."
He had only set up a stall to experience life, so earning money did not excite Chen Shi'an all that much. His expression remained calm and composed.
Compared with the wooden carving he had just sold, he felt the fresh experiences that came from interacting with these customers were more rewarding.
After all, there were countless kinds of people in the world, each living a different life. Chen Shi'an certainly could not experience every kind of life himself, so learning about others' lives through interacting with them was a rare pleasure for him too.
Chen Shi'an checked the two messages Wen Zhixia and Lin Meng Qiu had sent him on WeChat.
Zhizhi: [Taoist,