Xia Siyuan carefully examined the chicken cup in her hand. The shop owner said it was a replica, and she took it as one. But after looking at it for a while, she was slightly surprised. Was it really a replica? Why did she feel that the chicken cup in her hand was genuine?
Zhou Cheng and others were also looking at the various chicken cups in their hands. Zhou Cheng said, "This replica is indeed quite good."
Wang Yun: "So pretty, shop owner, how much is this cup?"
"One hundred bucks."
Wang Yun: "Ah, that's expensive. You said it's a replica, can it be a bit cheaper?"
"One hundred and you find it expensive? If you're not buying, then don't look."
Xia Siyuan took out her phone and scanned the QR code to pay. "Shop owner, I'll buy it."
The shop owner breathed a big sigh of relief, "One hundred, no haggling, just scan here. Miss, should I wrap it for you?"
Xia Siyuan was reluctant to let go: "It's fine, I'll just hold it."
