Xu Ying felt it was terribly unfair, "Uncle, we are offering free tastings, not selling these. If you want to buy, you need to place an order with our factory."
Upon hearing her explanation, Wang Yong'an instantly realized that he had misunderstood, and a hint of embarrassment surfaced on his face. He said dryly, "Young lady, it was my mistake, I apologize.
But your fried snacks really are delicious. If I were to buy, how many could you give?"
He really did want to buy some to take back. Not long ago, his son had been at home, clamoring for something called 'braised duck goods,' though he had no idea what that was.
The taste of these fried snacks was good too, and he was sure his son would like them.
Wang Yong'an's family was well off; both his parents were employed workers, his wife was a worker, and his son was a blessing received in their later years after his wife had been unable to conceive for a long time.
