The man hadn't expected Shen Lu to refuse and immediately grew displeased.
"Who you sell to makes no difference, does it? In this weather, you think you'll have a lot of customers?" The man's tone was aggressive. "Hurry up and pack it for me."
Shen Lu gnawed on her back teeth. 'Should I try to reason with him, or just go straight to using the stun baton?'
'Ever since I got this stun baton, has my temper been getting... shorter?'
"Hey, hey, hey." Leaning languidly against the cart, Zeng Xiaodao spoke up. "Mister, can't you be a little more polite? She already said she's not selling. Are you deaf?"
The man glared at him. "You little punk, was I talking to you?"
"Alright, alright, stop fighting." Shen Lu didn't want them arguing at her stall and hurting her business. "Mister, if you really like it that much, I can sell you one more portion, at most. But that's it."
