He had been chatting for about ten minutes, and after saying goodbye to Zhang, Ke Jun walked briskly toward the vegetable market.
Arriving at the familiar vegetable stall.
Observing the fresh, plump tomatoes, Ke Jun asked.
"Sis, how much for the tomatoes today?"
"I sell them to others for five yuan and twenty, but for you, an old acquaintance, I'll make it five yuan per jin."
Upon hearing this, Ke Jun's brows twitched ever so slightly.
Jin?
Ke Jin!
"Yo, sis, you've heard about my son Ke Jin winning the annual Best Artist Award, haven't you?"
"Huh?"
"Ah, I really don't like to talk about it everywhere; it's not like it's something to show off. It's mainly because... yesterday, well..."
...
Cradling lively prawns, several crabs stuffed with rich roe, a plump and fresh perch, along with other assorted crisp greens.
Ke Jun emerged from the market, his steps light and swift, as he walked joyfully on his way home.
