After being touched, Jiang Tao's heart skipped a beat.
Oh no, Ma Dongmei is a deaf-mute person, communicating is going to be twice as difficult!
Jiang Tao doesn't understand sign language at all, how could he communicate with her effectively?
Seeing Jiang Tao not speaking or gesturing, Ma Dongmei appeared very patient.
She just smiled slightly at him, with neither a trace of impatience nor urging him.
Like a kind elder watching her junior.
"Uh, give me...no, make it four!"
"Give me four roasted sweet potatoes, the big ones, the bigger, the better!"
Jiang Tao used his improvised sign language to convey his needs to Ma Dongmei.
Seeing a big business coming, a light also gleamed in Ma Dongmei's gentle eyes.
It was probably rare for her to get a customer like Jiang Tao throughout the day.
After deciphering Jiang Tao's improvised sign language, Ma Dongmei put on a heat-resistant glove and pulled out a drawer.
