"Not bad, thanks."
Weighing the bottle in hand, it wasn't much but should suffice.
"Let each take what they need. Just come again next time; my prices treat young and old fairly."
Seeing that Liang Yi had no intention of making further purchases, the stall owner gave a self-promotion and then lowered his head again to close his eyes and rest.
Tossing the bottle to his curious junior sister, he watched her open it carefully and take a sniff, immediately scrunching her brows and pinching her nose while tossing it back.
"Yikes, that smells awful. Is this also a material for making vestment robes?"
Su Youyi found it hard to describe the smell of the liquid. It was roughly like the scent of uncleaned garbage heaps during her childhood, when she wandered with her senior brother—a smell that mingled with rotting durians and skunks.
