Baili An left a rather generous amount of silver tael for the old woman, enough to buy her entire stall.
So when he picked the potatoes, he wasn't stingy, choosing the biggest ones.
Su Jing's face was barely the size of a palm and smaller than the sweet potato she held, as she bowed her head and nibbled at the sticky red flesh.
She had to be careful or the steaming, soft, sticky sweet potato flesh would burn her nose.
The exquisitely small nose tip was burnt red, and she winced in pain, her cheeks slightly puffed, blowing a few breaths, then continued to nibble at the flesh.
Under the heat haze, she appeared less cold and distant, and more cute and pitiful.
For some reason, seeing her pitiful appearance with a red nose, Baili An found his own sulking dissipating somewhat.
He sighed and said, "Give me the last Thousand Cuts Pill."
Su Jing paused her sweet potato eating, her nose still smeared with soft, sticky sweet potato flesh.
