Ye Tong's words finally calmed down Yang Fan's somewhat apprehensive little heart.
It seems like there really isn't much of an issue.
In this regard, Ye Tong appeared much more magnanimous than Yang Fan had anticipated.
Zhang Yulan was quite composed, chatting eagerly with a customer when Yang Fan and Ye Tong finished their conversation and came out.
"Fanzi, come here, quick." Seeing Yang Fan come out, Zhang Yulan immediately waved and said, "This uncle wants to buy some... Uncle, what was it that you wanted to buy? I really can't remember the name of the herb; I forgot it as soon as I heard it."
He seemed to be a vendor around forty years old, wearing a set of work clothes, with a small pouch tied around his waist. Most small stall vendors dress like this for the convenience of carrying loose change in the pouch.
This is less common in cities, but quite usual in rural areas.
Many older people don't use QR code payments, so they usually carry cash in their pockets.
