The old lady maintained a composed demeanor, handling the media and colleagues with grace:
"Everyone, for all the crops we've tasted today, I personally rate them as gold medal contenders in their categories. No objections, right?"
Everyone present still had full bellies—who could object? The only complaint was that they couldn't haul the goodies home in large bags.
"I have an objection!" Two elderly men beside her wore stern expressions: "Which strawberry gets the gold medal?"
White strawberries or red strawberries, a moonlit gem or a vermillion mark—someone has to choose.
Well, this.
It was the one problem that left the old lady stumped.
She eventually sighed: "This is too tough to pick. Let's go back home and score them properly."
The media personnel were visibly frustrated.
"The food's all gone, and we didn't even get a close-up shot… How are we supposed to write this story?"