After stepping out, Bai Zhixi asked with concern, "Chuchu, who was the man talking to you just now? Is he from the hotel?"
Wan Chu'er replied vaguely, "Sort of, he asked about our pickled cucumbers, and I let him try some at the hotel."
"Oh, then I hope he likes them. We should hurry back home, we still have half left to deliver," Bai Zhixi said.
"Mhm."
The two of them then successfully delivered the rest of the pickled cucumbers, with only three houses not paying on the spot and the rest paying up.
Upon returning home, Bai Zhixi counted the money to find they had thirty-nine yuan in total.
Bai Zhixi said with a smile, "If we could earn this much every day, that would be wonderful. It's so much more than what we make from shoe repair."