The corn seller, with a red face, grabbed an older woman by the collar of her clothes, preventing her from leaving.
The aunt rolled her eyes. "Why pay? You always let me taste the food when I sell it. Do I have to buy it just because I try it?"
"You are quite a capable profiteer!"
"What bullshit are you talking about! Give me the money!"
The black boy stood in front of the aunt with a sullen face and said, "Put away your tricks, they won't work with me!"
"Either give me money or follow me to the police station!"
The aunt curled her lips unwillingly, took out a dime and threw it to the man selling corn, and before leaving, she didn't forget to take a small rice cake.
"What kind of people are they?"
The black boy cursed and was about to pull the old lady's collar, but the man selling corn grabbed his arm.
"Forget it! Forget it!"
"Eat some corn, all grown at home, so sweet!"
"Comrade, you eat too!"
The man selling corn handed Song Ning a corn as he spoke. He obviously thought Song Ning and the black boy were in the same group.
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