Old Mr. Hunt said, “Fine, takeaway food it is. Serenity, don’t forget to pay the man later.”

Serenity wanted to laugh.

Leopards sure could not change their spots.

These people were always trying to milk her in every way possible.

She coldly blurted, “You order, you pay.”

Serenity took a glance at the local produce John and Mike hoisted into the shop. Since the sacks were not sealed, she could see they were a bag of sweet potato and a sack of yam.

Old Mr. Hunt thought he could handle