Brother Xiaozhang was tearing tape with practiced ease, but seeing the young couple was still not ready, he grew a bit anxious:
"Have you made up your minds? Baba came all the way here; wouldn't you feel like you're missing out if you don't buy anything?"
"Besides, once the goods are packed and ready, I need to leave in a hurry. If you're not coming with me, you'll have to drive out of these mountain roads on your own. Can you handle that?"
It was pouring rain, drumming loudly on the makeshift plastic canopy in the courtyard.
The sky was also dark and gloomy. Inside the tent, a few lamps were still on. The couple looked at each other and then glanced at the pot that was being kept warm, hesitatingly saying:
"Then... could we have another bowl of silver ear mushroom soup? We ate too quickly earlier..."
The girl blushed with embarrassment: "...I hardly tasted anything."
