They strolled back leisurely, but Old Zhao and his big nephew didn't dare to leave—five yuan per pound for cabbage and radishes, if they didn't keep an eye, what if ordinary ones got mixed in?
Having been in business for so many years, Old Zhao knew this: it's not the picky customers you fear; it's the ones who stay silent. Once they detect a quality issue, they won't come back next time.
So while the others went back, he and his big nephew had to stay here and keep watch.
Fortunately, when it came to buyers, Li Lanhua was extremely accommodating.
Not only was the woodstove burning warmly, but next to it, she had also set out sunflower seeds, peanuts, and candies. Upon hearing Song Tan mention eating oranges at home, she even brought out the ones she'd picked with Wu Lan last time:
"Try some, these are our local oranges, picked from the neighboring Shitou Slope. The taste is decent."