349. Green Peach Pricing_1

As soon as he finished speaking, Seventh Uncle's expression gradually changed from a grimace to one of satisfaction and contentment.

Then, he squinted his eyes as if he was already intoxicated by the faint sweetness present there, with its lingering aftertaste.

The barrage of comments fell silent.

Then, the person who just said they wouldn't buy hastily sent another message—

[Maybe... I should still support it! Let me start with two baskets!]

At this time, someone cautiously asked:

[I just arrived, can pregnant women eat pickled green peaches?]

[To the one who just arrived, don't ask any questions in this live stream]

[Why? Can't we ask questions during the live stream?]

[Oh no, ask away, if anyone answers you, count it as my loss]

[???]

The phone, perched on its stand, was there with less presence than the trees behind the hill, to the extent that everyone forgot they were still on a live stream since Qiaoqiao wasn't speaking.

Qiaoqiao was mindful at first.