“Are you selling glutinous rice flour?”
“Yes, yes. We have to sell it so that we can have money to buy food,” An An quickly explained.
The man nodded,
“Alright, I’ll buy it. Where is it?”
The two little fellows looked at each other happily,
“This way, uncle. This way, this way.”
…
When An An and Xinxin brought the customers back to the stall, Shi Tou and Yuer had also brought theirs. Their customer was a young auntie who had been taking pictures with her phone.
When she saw An An and Xinxin, she cried out in surprise,
“My God, are you An An?”
An took two steps back before nodding,
“Yes, I’m. Do you know me?”
But why didn’t she recognize this auntie?
The young woman exclaimed in surprise,
“I’m a fan of your father. I’ve seen your photo on Facebook.”
A fan of the father?
So that’s how it was!
“Hello, auntie. Are you here to buy glutinous rice flour as well?”
The young woman saw the son of her idol and all her doubts vanished instantly,
“Yes, yes, yes. These are the ones you want to sell, right? I’ll buy them all!”
Ahem.
The little ones were all stunned.
There was still a staff member who came forward in time,
“I’m so sorry, madam, you can’t buy all of them. Each customer is limited to one kilogram.”
They had long expected such a situation, so the rules had long been set.
If all of them were bought in one go, then it would be meaningless.
The young woman sighed,
“Alright, then I’ll buy one pound. Little An An, I’m so sorry. Auntie can only buy one pound.”
An An waved his hand,
“It’s alright, auntie. It’s already very good that you can buy our glutinous rice flour.”
Look, what a sensible little cutie.
As expected of the son of his idol!
The young woman and the man each bought one pound,
“How much is it?”
This, however, caused the children to be stumped.
All of a sudden, they were all looking at each other.
In the end, it was An An who spoke first:
“One… one hundred… uh, isn’t one hundred a little expensive?”
The children all nodded,
“One hundred should be very expensive,” Shi Tou said as he counted with his fingers.
The crowd around them was already increasing, and they couldn’t help but tease,
“Child, how much do you think should be sold for?”
Shi Tou’s eyes rolled around,
“Eighty… eight, is it expensive?”
Phew, when this number came out, it made everyone burst out laughing.
“It’s expensive!”
How much was the most expensive glutinous rice flour on the market at one kilogram?
It shouldn’t be more than ten dollars, right?
Your eighty-eight dollar has been several folds higher than that.
The little Shi Tou pulled An An,
“Little brother, how much do you think is appropriate?”
An An scratched his little head,
“Fifty.”
Fifty was half the price of a hundred, and it was also dozens of dollars far more cheaper than the eighty-eight dollar.
He stretched out five fingers,
“Fifty!” He said to everyone.
Even the man who had just been pulled over couldn’t help but continue to tease the children,
“Fifty is still too expensive. Let’s make it cheaper.”
Huh?
The children were confused. Fifty was still expensive. Then how much should it cost?
Each of them scratched their heads and racked their brains.
Seeing that the children really could not think of anything, someone finally reminded them,
“Children, the glutinous rice flour on the market is at most ten dollars per pound.”
All of a sudden, a few kids said in unison,
“Then ten dollars!”
Now, it should work, right?
