As this statement was made, a great hush fell over the room.
Zhuo Shaoqin moved her fingers and looked around, quite astonished by the size of the crabs, momentarily uncertain which one to choose: "Junior Brother, these crabs are not small, are they? I see none lighter than seven taels."
"Senior Sister's discerning eyes are like torches. There's not a single female crab under seven taels, and no male crab less than eight taels. Anything smaller than that has been used to make crab roe buns. Do you prefer roe or crab butter?"
Without a moment's hesitation, Zhuo Shaoqin replied, "Of course, when eating crab, one must have the roe. The crab butter is too rich for my taste."
"Then take this one, seven taels and eight, a large female crab. Senior Sister, please taste. Ginger vinegar, sesame oil, soy sauce, whichever condiment you like, just mix it yourself."
Liang Qu picked out one and presented it to Zhuo Shaoqin.
