"Enough, enough," Qing He said, somewhat impatiently, as she pulled Hua Xiaomai and turned to leave. Hua Xiaomai took a few steps forward but then remembered something important, and looked back, saying, "Oh, Uncle, on the sixth, could you also bring me a Guilin fish that weighs about two kilograms? The fatter and more beautiful, the better."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this girl, always picking the finest fish to buy," Uncle Liang exclaimed repeatedly before raising his hand, very assuredly gesturing downward, "Just set your mind at ease; if you're not satisfied with the fish I deliver, I'll gladly refuse to take any payment!"
Hua Xiaomai smiled and thanked him, then turned and walked away with Qing He.
Once they had left the fish stall, Qing He immediately tugged at Hua Xiaomai's sleeve, eager to ask, "Miss, could it be that you've already decided what dish to prepare for the Eight Treasures Conference?"