Up ahead, a sudden commotion broke out. A middle-aged woman of about forty was loudly complaining, "How can there be no meat left by the time it gets to me? Are you targeting me on purpose?"
"Sister-in-law, there really isn't any left! There's only this two-liang piece remaining!" The clerk's face was dark, but he still explained in a friendly tone. "You didn't come early, and you didn't come late—isn't this just bad timing?"
"Bad timing my foot!" Furious, the woman slapped the counter hard. "I came all this way and waited in line this long, just to get this measly two liang of meat from you?"
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