"Don't even mention it, Zhang Guilan insisted that their strawberries were for sale, and actually asked for fifty cents a pound."
"Fifty cents a pound," Ma Suyun almost dropped the strawberries in her hand, "how much are apples per pound? Is she out of her mind?"
Qin Wen snorted coldly, "Isn't she just crazy? I can see it clearly now; in their eyes, they only recognize money. My mom went over and didn't even get any face. My mom is Qin Han's real aunt. How can you ask for money from your aunt for eating a few strawberries? Aren't they afraid of being laughed at if this gets out?"
"Did you give it to her when she asked?"
These strawberries must weigh nearly two pounds, and that's one yuan?
