Near noon, after Mr. Qiao insisted three times for her to stay for a meal, Zhou Jiao still declined. These days, eating someone's meal shamelessly amounts to owing them a big favor.
No need to make herself feel guilty inside.
What's more, the piled-high cart of oranges, fruits, and fruit snacks must be unloaded soon; otherwise, in just half an hour, no matter how carefully they're stacked, they would be almost destroyed.
The goods on the three carts weigh nearly two thousand pounds but only cost Zhou Jiao over sixty yuan. After Uncle Qiao from the Qiao Family left, Zhou Jiao couldn't help but sigh at how cheap the prices were.
While the people in the fields ran back for lunch, as a truck drove by kicking up dust, Zhou Jiao quickly packed the goods under the big tree and hurried away.
