Li Jian returned from eating to see Lin Chuxia circling around a pile of scrap metal.
When Lin Chuxia saw him, her eyes lit up. "I've finished paying the bill, thanks to big brother. If it hadn't been for your help, I'd probably still be in line."
Li Jian really admired her way with words. Clearly, it was he who had used his strength to push to the front, but this obvious flattery somehow didn't annoy him.
Looking at Lin Chuxia again, though in a peasant woman's attire, her skin was fair, her features were delicate, especially her almond-shaped eyes which seemed to shine. She just didn't seem like an ordinary rural woman.
He thought, tradition had it right – when faced with a beautiful woman, one tends to be more accommodating.
"Okay, no need to be so polite. Next time you come to sell vegetables alone, just mention your Brother Li to the weighmaster, and you'll be looked after."
