The deputy nodded and smiled at her, "I'm talking to you, just trying to remind you that this cloth tiger isn't worth two hundred yuan."

The vendor got impatient. "What's wrong with you, old lady? It's one thing if you can't afford it, but why are you causing trouble? Go back and rest. Don't come out here and endanger society."

This street vendor probably doesn't read the news, otherwise how could she not even recognize the deputy... Even though she really looks like an old lady next door now, that aura of authority that comes from being in a high position for a long time is still there.

Xu Moran felt immediately uncomfortable upon hearing the vendor's words. "Respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. How can you speak like that!"

The vendor, still hoping to make a sale to Xu Moran, immediately smiled at her and said, "I was just joking with this old lady."

“Jokes aren’t inherently bad!” Xu Moran retorted seriously, “but who are you joking with? And how far are you going? I’m sorry, but I don’t approve of the joke you just made. You must apologize to this old lady!”

"Apologize?" The vendor scoffed. "Why should I? Why should I apologize to an old lady?!"

Xu Moran scoffed coldly, "Why should I? I'll tell you why right now!"

Xu Moran moved so fast that the vendor didn't even have time to react before his arm was twisted behind his back. She said sternly to the vendor, "Because I'm a police officer!"

The vendor realized that if he didn't beg for mercy and Xu Moran continued to twist his hand behind his back, he would definitely break his bones. So he pleaded repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have talked nonsense. I shouldn't have been so disrespectful to elders..."

Xu Moran shoved him away, brushing dust off his hands as he said to the vendor, "Remember this: we all get old. Treating the elderly well is treating our own tomorrow well."

The vendor grimaced in pain, and after a long while, he forced a smile at Xu Moran, intending to pick up his stall and leave.

His hand had just touched the carrying pole when he heard the assistant ask him, "Is this the only tiger?"

The vendor was secretly puzzled. What was going on? Why were the plush tigers suddenly so popular?

With the lesson he had just learned still fresh in his mind, he dared not try any more tricks. He politely said to the deputy, "This rag doll tiger was really made by my seventy-year-old mother. She made two in total. I hung one on the stall, and the other is in the basket."

The deputy continued, "I'll take both tigers. How much?"

The vendor was startled by Xu Moran, but it was effective; at least he stopped overcharging and setting arbitrary prices. After taking out another tiger from the basket, he told the vendor, "Two tigers, one hundred yuan."

After a pause, before the assistant could speak, the vendor said quickly, "I really didn't overcharge. These two tigers were sewn by my mother stitch by stitch. The fabric and needles aren't worth much, but it takes a lot of work. I'm just making a little money for my labor."

The assistant handed two hundred-yuan bills to the vendor, said "Keep the change," and walked towards Xu Moran. She then handed one of the cloth tigers to Xu Moran, saying, "Miss, this tiger is for you."

Xu Moran did not reach out to take it. "Grandma, you bought it, so it's yours."

I like Xu Moran's genuine personality, which is completely unpretentious, and the expression on her face when she refused her was exactly the same as Huiwen's.

When Huiwen was little, she made this same expression when she refused things offered to her.

The deputy reached out and grabbed Xu Moran's hand. "Girl, since you call me 'Grandma,' you must accept the gift I'm giving you, especially since it's not anything valuable."

After saying that, he forcefully shoved the cloth tiger into Xu Moran's hand.

Now that's settled. Even if Xu Mo didn't want to take it, it was impossible for her now. After stuffing the cloth tiger into her hand, the deputy walked forward.

Xu Moran held the tiger he had spotted at first glance, and he was quite happy; it was a feeling he couldn't quite describe.

Xiao Anhe also used the excuse of going to the restroom to answer a phone call behind Xu Moran's back.

The call was from Bian Wei, who basically said that he would no longer concern himself with the Xiao family's affairs. He had worked like a slave for the Xiao family for most of his life and wanted to take a break.

The gist of it is that you shouldn't come to me for anything in the future, because I, Bian Wei, am old and don't want to get involved in your family's internal conflicts anymore.

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