Yingbao was also a bit silly, and casually said, "Mommy, why don't you pinch yourself and see if it's just a hallucination?"
Wang Yitong actually obeyed and pinched her own arm... The pain came instantly, it was real, no doubt about it.
Shadow Treasure…
She just said it casually, but she didn't expect her mother to take it seriously.
"Mommy, that's enough, stop taking pictures. Let's hurry up and go to the street to find a spot to set up our stall," Yingbao said, acting like a little adult.
After taking the last picture, Wang Yitong said, "Okay...okay, Mom won't take any more pictures, let's go now."
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The weather outside was very bright and sunny. Pedestrians strolled along the street, some buying vegetables, some buying meat, and others just wandering around...
At this time, Yingbao and her mother set up a stall between the gloves and socks/shoes vendors.
Sure enough, a short while later, several women in their thirties, dressed quite nicely, wearing gold rings and silk scarves, came over. They chattered amongst themselves, looking at Yingbao's mother, Wang Yitong…
Three women make a drama, but these five women are simply... I don't know how to describe them.
Anyway, Yingbao heard them say something like, "Look at that woman and that child at the stall, they're pretty good-looking, and their taste in clothes seems pretty good too. Why don't we go over and take a look?"
"Yeah, look how nice her hairstyle is, I want one too," said a woman with hair styled like a perm.
The man in the red coat rolled his eyes at her. "Isn't your hairstyle great? Why are you envious of others? I wish I had that curly hair!"
The woman with the curly hair touched her hair with one hand and chatted with her companion: "I was born with curly hair. I've seen it for twenty or thirty years and I'm almost sick of it—I really want to try a different hairstyle."
The woman, with deep-set eyes, who looked like someone from another country, suggested, "Why don't you get a straight hairstyle like ours? You've never experienced this type before."
"No, I don't want people like you. You're too rigid and conventional, not my style."
Tch~
"Alright, let's not talk about hair anymore, let's go check out their clothes..."
The five of them arrived in a grand procession, and Yingbao immediately stepped forward to greet them with her clever and cute manner: "Beautiful ladies, what would you like to buy? Is there anything you need? I can help you with outfit ideas!"
The woman with the curly hair squatted down and asked Yingbao with a smile, "Little friend, are you talking about us when you say 'pretty sister'?"
Yingbao nodded affirmatively, "Yes."
"The little one has a sweet tongue and knows how to talk," said a bespectacled woman with an intellectual air, smiling.
These words struck a chord with several people, since no one likes to be called "Auntie" instead of "Sister"!
If the older sister and the aunt both appear, they will definitely choose the older sister, even if the older sister is no longer young and has been married and had children.
But the word "older sister" is like how women like to hear others say they are forever eighteen.
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The group of people were clearly well-off, as each of them picked out at least two outfits.
The flared pants, Hong Kong-style shirt, and Korean-style coat worn by Wang Yitong's mother were all bought by the group of friends. They also bought several other items, including skirts, trench coats, and a few cardigans that they particularly liked.
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