Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 136.1

The older woman was momentarily in the spotlight, feeling somewhat elated.

However, the high price of the vegetables sobered her up, and as she shared her recipe, she couldn’t help but ask again, with some hesitation:

“Is it really that delicious?”

Of course!

Everyone present nodded in agreement.

Many of the women around her, who were of similar age, boasted, “Believe me, I’ve been at this vegetable market for decades; I know good produce when I see it!”

“This stuff may be expensive, but once you’ve tried it, you won’t be able to live without it.”

There were so many people talking that the older woman felt like she was at a multi-level marketing seminar and found herself unable to move.

After she finally arranged for her bamboo shoots, she pulled out her phone, ready to splurge for once! But when she turned around, she saw that there were only three or five plump winter bamboo shoots left in the basket in front of the girl!

“Do you want them?” Song Tan asked with a smile. “The last five pounds, not sold separately.”

The woman hesitated again.

Just then, a lady with red-dyed hair suddenly came running up from the front.

She waved her hand from afar, shouting, “Sweetie! Are there any left? Save some for Aunt, I’m here!”

Before Song Tan could respond, Qiao Qiao immediately stood up and cheerfully replied, “Got it!”

The older woman: …

Song Tan could only smile apologetically. “I’m sorry, they’re all sold out.”

The red-haired lady finally arrived, panting and still dressed in her silky, gradient red outfit. As she scanned her phone to pay, she complained, “Oh, if the sound system at our dance troupe hadn’t suddenly broken, and I didn’t have to find the boss to fix it, I wouldn’t have come so late… But my sweetie is so thoughtful, knowing that Aunt hadn’t come yet, you saved some just for me!”

Qiao Qiao liked this red-haired aunt very much. No matter what she said, he nodded in agreement with a smile.

Song Tan didn’t expose the truth. She handed over the bamboo shoots and began packing up the baskets.

—There was still work to be done at home, and by the end of the morning, she had to bring back the chef.

Meanwhile, the ignored older woman stared at her now empty vegetable basket. The vegetable vendor next to her hesitated for a moment but finally lifted a bag of baby cabbage, asking, “So, do you still want these?”

“Yes!” the woman gritted her teeth. “Didn’t you say you’ll be back tomorrow? I’ll come again tomorrow!”

Then she paid and stomped away in her small leather shoes.