445. The Magical Effects of Honey_1

Guo Dong readily agreed, but there's an old saying: A fall into the pit, a gain in your wit.

For example, right now, she was preparing to go up the mountain with Qiaoqiao under the scorching sun when she suddenly became vigilant and asked, "How much are you selling your honey for?"

Qiaoqiao cheerfully held up a finger: "A thousand bucks a bottle."

"One bottle is…" Guo Dong couldn't help but glance towards the middle of the living room shelf at that one, oh no, half a bottle of honey.

Qiaoqiao's gaze followed suit: "Did you notice it, Doctor Sister? It's like that, 500 grams a bottle."

Guo Dong's vision went dark.

"Thank you."

She sat down calmly: "I don't think I'm worthy."

For most people, the sales pitch at this moment would definitely be focused on 'you get what you pay for', but Qiaoqiao was different. He simply sat down curiously as well and then asked, "Why aren't you worthy?"

"Because I don't have the money."

Guo Dong said with a sense of vicissitude.