The Lao Song's family was lively and bustling, while in the Yuncheng District, Song Dafang was simmering with frustration at home.
Today is Laba Festival, and his granddaughter Song Ziyi's kindergarten had an activity, so she had to be sent early in the morning. But the kid insisted on not having breakfast at home, demanding to eat the scallion oil steamed twisted rolls sold outside!
Good gracious, those rolls seemed like they were from some poor mother and child, but who knew they were from a profiteering vendor!
Prices hiked in winter, selling at five yuan each, and they were limited in quantity!
Of course, when Song Dafang rushed over, he couldn't buy any at all, and vented his anger through harsh words. But the young woman selling the rolls wasn't mad at all; instead, she smiled widely:
"Uncle, if you really want to eat the rolls, you can make them yourself. I bought these scallions from Old Zhao's Boutique Vegetables at the market for twenty yuan for three liang!"
