After getting out of the car, Luofeng once again took Bai Ningbing’s hand. Their fingers intertwined, just like any other young couple, as they strolled down this old street. It was as if they had traveled through time, back to a bygone era. This place was not a commercial street; it was quite small, and the buildings were all more than a decade or two old. Small restaurants wafted the aroma of stir-fried meat, and older men and women sat at their doorsteps playing cards and chatting. The air was filled with the noisy sounds of people, and various street vendors hopefully watched the passing pedestrians, trying to figure out if they were potential customers.
"Luofeng, look," Bai Ningbing gestured.
Luofeng looked in the direction Bai Ningbing was pointing.
"Is it that old lady selling mulberries?" Bai Ningbing had a very good memory and recognized the lady immediately.
The old lady who sold mulberries did not have any for sale today. After all, it was winter. Today, her goods were a basket full of radishes and cabbages.
Luofeng glanced at her and saw that her business wasn’t going well; the basket was still full, without any discernible decrease. But the old lady still looked hopefully at the passersby, unlike the young vendors who would be glued to their mobile phones. Even in the cold wind, she persevered.
"Luofeng, it looks like she hasn’t sold anything?" Bai Ningbing asked.
Luofeng didn’t answer immediately. He walked with Bai Ningbing toward a scallion pancake shop.
"Baby, would you like one?"
"Mmm, it smells really good!" Bai Ningbing nodded.
Luofeng then bought two scallion pancakes, one for each of them.
As the shop owner was packing the pancakes into bags, Luofeng asked, "Sir, may I ask about the old lady selling cabbages and radishes over there? What’s her situation?"
"Oh, her? I heard she’s a widow from East Village. Some also say she has sons and daughters, but the specifics are unclear," the shop owner said. Although the shop owner didn’t know the old lady personally, she often came here to sell things, so he naturally knew a bit about her. "It’s really tragic. She carries those cabbages over every day and doesn’t sell much. It’s mostly the nearby neighbors being kind and buying a little to help!"
"But if she really has children and it’s still like this? That’s the real tragedy, right?" the middle-aged shop owner remarked with emotion.
Bai Ningbing approached the old lady. "Granny, do you remember me?"
"I do. You’re the young lady who bought five boxes of mulberries from me, right?"
The old lady was getting on in years, but Bai Ningbing was such a beautiful and kind person that, of course, she was memorable.
So, being beautiful comes with its advantages? Bai Ningbing thought.
"Granny, it’s so late. Why haven’t you gone home yet?" Bai Ningbing continued.
"I’ll wait a little longer to see if any workers coming off their shift want to buy some cabbages and radishes," the old lady replied. "After I sell these, I can go to the city this spring and buy a new set of clothes for my grandson."
"Young lady, your clothes are quite nice. They must have cost a hundred or two, right?"
"..." Bai Ningbing was at a loss for words; her outfit was from Gucci, costing eight or nine thousand.
"Only eighty-five bucks, not as expensive as a hundred or two," Luofeng replied. "Granny, how old is your grandson now?"
"He’ll be ten soon. He’s so mischievous!" the old lady said with a smile.
"Young man, you’re really lucky. This young lady is truly beautiful," the old lady commented.
"I think I’m lucky too. By the way, how much are the radishes and cabbages per half kilogram?" Luofeng asked.


But in reality? The wear and tear and fuel costs to drive the Lamborghini over would probably be worth more than these cabbages. So, was this being frugal or not?
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