The middle-aged woman, caught in a dilemma of conscience, continued her internal struggle. Pedestrians came and went, but apart from Zhao Yan, no one patronized her stall, and business remained dismal.
A gust of autumn wind blew by, carrying a touch of chill. The end of autumn meant winter was not far off, and the woman rubbed her arms. Once winter arrived, the streets would be even more deserted; people would prefer hot baozi or noodle soup to warm themselves up, and green plums were hardly a popular choice in the cold.
The woman eventually compromised. Setting her conscience aside, she reasoned that she wasn't actually swindling Zhao Yan.
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