Gu'er knew the old man was telling the truth. Yogurt was a good product, but not everyone liked it. She hadn't liked the taste much herself the first time she'd had it. She only started drinking it because a certain little one she knew loved it. She'd buy it for the girl, and when she couldn't finish it, Gu'er would drink the rest. Slowly, she grew to like it.
"Sir, can I take a few to sell for now? I'll return the bottles to you after I'm done,"
Gu'er asked the old man.
"Of course you can. Just take them, but be careful not to break any. I can't take back any broken ones."
Without another word, the old man went inside and got a few bottles of yogurt for Gu'er, helping her pack them.
Gu'er paid the money and left, pushing her cart.
By the time Gu'er sold out of popsicles, it was almost three in the afternoon.
Gu'er looked in her box. Two popsicles and three bottles of yogurt remained.
The yogurt really wasn't selling well; she had only managed to sell two bottles.
