Chapter 572

Her words instantly froze the expressions of the Kale Sauce delegation, who inwardly cursed both Willow and those foreign visitors in the same breath. As a key exhibitor at the trade fair, Kale Sauce's booth had received special attention. Though translators were scarce, a few had been specifically assigned to guide foreign buyers to their display. Yet despite welcoming wave after wave of international guests—smiling until their faces ached—they hadn't secured a single order. The foreigners sampled their sauce-dipped offerings without praise or complaint, their indifferent expressions offering no hint of interest in purchasing. Eventually, even the accompanying translators grew impatient, their gazes dripping with disdain. After a full day of effort, they had nothing to show for it—unlike the mushroom vendor nearby, who had already landed two orders by evening. This failure struck particularly hard at Director Evan's pride. Now, with Willow poking at this sore spot, his face darkened f