Datou excitedly sat on the chair, waving his hands and feet as he said, "At first, no one bought anything, thinking our Chinese yam was smaller than others' hawthorns. We didn't sell a single skewer until noon. Then, my sister and I got hungry, so we split a skewer. A kid next to us was staring with longing eyes, so I felt sorry for him and gave him one, and then his parents came over and bought a skewer from us."
Daya was also very excited. Doing business this time was different from before when they used to follow behind their Auntie and Fifth Uncle and Sixth Uncle, doing work like yelling to attract customers, chatting with people, and managing the money, which had little to do with them.
But this time, the siblings were out on the street selling by themselves, and they sold every single sugar-coated hawthorn they had brought—none were left!
