"Hey, Brother Dong, how are you?" Jiang Yixia recognized the owner of the kebab shop and greeted him warmly.
Brother Dong looked a little displeased. "Listen, Sister Xia, what's the deal with your husband?"
"My husband?" Jiang Yixia was puzzled. "What husband?"
"And you say you don't have one? Didn't your husband open those two shops across the street?" Brother Dong pointed to the pastry shop and the oden shop.
Jiang Yixia felt awkward.
She wanted to explain but didn't know where to start.
Brother Dong continued his rant. "I don't have a problem with your husband opening a pastry shop and an oden shop across the street. But you can't just set your prices that low! All the people who usually buy my kebabs are going over there for oden now."
After listening to him, Jiang Yixia grew confused. "Brother Dong, that's not right, is it? If someone wants to eat kebabs, they're going to buy kebabs, no matter how cheap the oden is."
