The stall owner was stunned and responded loudly, with a smile on his face, "Little brother, wait."

"Um."

Xiao Xiao suddenly looked aside as if he was aware.

A familiar figure came into your eyes.

His lips raised, his head slightly lowered, and his lips opened and closed silently, "Pipa Ghost."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

It's really been a long time since I saw this monster.

Since the last time he helped the Pipa ghost get rid of the formation, he has never met Pipa ghost again.

It's obvious that I always encounter it for a while.

...

"Drink~"

The Pipa ghost hugged the Pipa and tilted his head and smiled happily at Xiao Xiao.

The boy of fifteen or sixteen looks like a little dissonant even though his pale complexion shows a bit of dissonance, he shows a full childish spirit when he smiles with his eyes bent.

The big eyes rolled around and then settled on the roasted sweet potatoes.

Seeing this, Xiao Xiao was about to say something, when he felt a slight traction force coming from the hem of his clothes.

He looked down and saw that it was the hand of the Pipa ghost.

He raised his eyes again and saw the Pipa Ghost looking straight at him with a bit of bald look.

Xiao Xiao couldn't help but smile in his eyes.

...

"Little brother, ten roasted sweet potatoes are ready."

The boss put ten paper bags into a plastic bag and handed them to Xiao Xiao, "Little brother, you can get some of it."

"Thanks."

Xiao Xiao did not reach out to take the bag, "Boss, please help me with ten more roasted sweet potatoes."

"Ten more?"

The boss was a little dumbfounded, "Well, little brother, no matter how delicious it is, it is not good to eat too much..."

"Boss, I didn't eat it alone."

Xiao Xiao smiled and explained, "I helped someone else take it."

"Oh, I helped someone else."

"Too."

The boss smiled embarrassedly, "I am just a stubborn person."

How could anyone eat so many sweet potatoes at once?

He really doesn't use his brain either.

"But little brother, there are not ten roasted sweet potatoes in the stove."

“Requires fresh baking.”

"I'll have to wait a while."

The stall owner quickly put a lot of raw sweet potatoes into the stove.

“How many baked sweet potatoes are there?”

“Five.”

"Then give me five."

"Haole."

The stall owner didn't say much, it was already a rare big business.
Chapter completed!