"Mr. Allen, these are some specialty products of my house. They are the eggs made by my own chicken. You must accept them." At this time, a woman with a grateful face suddenly squeezed out of the crowd, took off the basket on her arm, and handed it to Allen.
The old lady was dressed simply and had a simple expression on her face.
"I can't take it."
Allen shook his head and wanted to refuse. After all, these commoners were not rich.
But as soon as he spoke, the egg was forcefully stuffed into his hand by the woman.
It was impossible for him to refuse her.
"And mine. This is dried beef in my home. It's delicious." Another woman took a basket of beef jerky and handed it to Allen. She didn't care about Allen's refusal and gave it to him forcefully.
" And my family's lotus root!"
"My sweet potato!"