"Right, Zhilan, how come you didn't give me a call before setting up your stall? I would have tipped off the city management folks so they'd ease up on you." Lin Chan presumed that He Zhilan wouldn't have started her street vending so soon after getting her materials. Looking at the hair accessories worn by He Zhilan and Chen Xiting, Lin Chan became interested, taking a closer look, "They look great! What skillful hands you have!"
"They are beautiful! We sold almost all of them between this morning and now!" Chen Xiting nodded vigorously. "If it wasn't for Gu En meddling, Zhilan and I might have already sold out and gone back to school!"
"Why run a street stall?" Chen Yun said. "Getting sunburned and wind-chapped, doesn't that make you feel sorry, Lin Chan? These little trinkets, couldn't you just put them on a counter in a department store to sell?"
