The aunt's yell echoed through the morning market, capturing the attention of many people there.
They thought to themselves, "Three dimes apiece, what kind of item is so expensive?"
In this world, the one thing people never lack is curiosity.
They crowded around, eager to see what was going on.
The aunt pointed at Xu Niannian, "Young girl, doing business doesn't mean you can be so heartless. How can you charge three dimes for such a tiny cake?"
It was only because these pumpkin cakes were so delicious and the aunt wanted to buy some for her son, who was about to take the college entrance exam, that she was speaking with Xu Niannian in such a way.
If it were anyone else, they would've been scolded by now.
Isn't this robbery?
The cakes were so small that about five or six of them would make a pound, and at three dimes each, wouldn't a pound cost one and a half or two yuan?
That's the price of pork.
