Xiaofeng circled the pickup truck, unable to make up her mind.
Meanwhile, Song Tan was unaware that someone was agonizing over her bunch of scallions. She had earned a good sum of money yesterday, and her plan to attract the regular fish buyers had received positive feedback (successful product endorsement), leaving her feeling quite pleased and proud.
By the time the customers had gone through hesitation, struggle, and scrambling, with the stock nearly gone, the neighboring vegetable seller finally approached:
Good grief! Twenty bucks for three ounces of scallions, that's over sixty per pound? The local mini red onions are even selling at the price of toon sprouts.
And moreover...
"You're going a bit too far, aren't you? Why haven't you cleaned up the scallions yet?"
There was still a slight bit of dirt on the white roots, clearly just pulled from the ground, which surely added some weight!
Song Tan's smile remained the same, "Want a bunch? It's a little over three ounces."
