It wasn't clear if it was the pleasing cries from Ji Xinhe and Xiao Bei or the savory, flavorful aroma from the pickled bamboo shoots that attracted attention but within no time, people began to gather around their stand.
In the chilly early morning, a curious granny with her hands tucked into her sleeves asked, "Girl, what are you selling here?"
Ji Xinhe hurriedly responded, "They're our homemade pickled bamboo shoots, crisp and flavorful. Perfect for pairing with your rice! Other stores don't have this, only we do. Care to taste, granny? We offer free samples before purchasing!"
The granny laughed, "You're quite the businesswoman! So, this is pickled bamboo? Can you eat bamboo shoots?"
Ji Xinhe slapped her thigh, "Of course! If it was inedible, would I dare to sell it? My brother loves eating these!"
Xiao Bei nodded vigorously, "Xiao Bei loves this dish so much, granny. Have a taste."
"Okay," the granny agreed.