Yu Xiaolian squatted down beside a wonton stall with a lunchbox in hand. She arrived a bit late, and all the good spots were already taken.
The wonton vendor was a man who looked about fifty years old. At first, he thought Yu Xiaolian was just squatting there to rest her feet.
When Yu Xiaolian opened her lunchbox and started shouting to sell her goods, he immediately ran over to shoo her away.
"Whose little girl are you? Do you understand the rules? Is this the place for you to sell stuff? Away, away..."
"You sell your wontons, and I'll sell my pastries. How am I bothering you?"
"Hey, you little girl! Are you looking for a beating?" The wonton vendor, holding a long ladle, came at Yu Xiaolian fiercely.
So aggressive?
Isn't he supposed to argue with her, lose the argument, and then start a fight?
This isn't giving her any room to perform.
A wise person knows better than to put themselves at a disadvantage, so Yu Xiaolian grabbed her lunchbox and ran.
