Passing the stall where I last made a purchase, the owner was still lying languidly on his reclining chair next to a hand-held kettle, occasionally taking a sip, looking quite contented.
Scanning his stall, I felt a tinge of disappointment at not finding anything as peculiar as last time, but a rusty iron chunk caught my eye.
It was a piece of bronze, so poorly preserved that it had been compressed into a lump of metal. The rusting was severe, and though it was an antique, it seemed to have no research value. If it weren't made of bronze, maybe even a scrapyard wouldn't take it.
"Taking a break, boss?" Ling Zhenfei asked the owner.
The owner glanced at him sideways, clearly having forgotten him, face unchanged: "Want to buy, just ask the price. No need for small talk."
"Boss, have you really forgotten me? I bought something from you not too long ago."
