Chapter 138: Mrs. Zhou Meets a Nobleman_1
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The smell was indeed as sweet as sugar, but if it was like sugar, why wouldn't they just buy sugar instead of this unidentified, never-seen-before fruit jam?
Many people thought like this.
Mrs. Zhou found the fruit jam, made from both honey and fruit, a hard work as her arm ached from cooking it, but she felt it was a luxury item, every bite costing money. She didn't even offer samples, just stood there trying to sell it.
There was no one to support her booth.
Even with Mrs. Zhou's lofty praises.
Besides, an illiterate person's praises for this product were dry and unappealing, always repeating phrases like "delicious," "especially fragrant," and "a luxury item," which couldn't really provoke people's appetite and purchasing desire.
The crude bamboo container also became a target for criticism.
This was how her stall was set up for a whole day.
After grinding her mouth out with blisters and spraying saliva everywhere, Mrs. Zhou still couldn't sell a single jar of fruit jam.