Accustomed to the consequences of 'speculation,' she didn't dare to shout loudly. Instead, she carefully carried a basket on the street, and upon seeing well-dressed people, she'd approach them and ask, "Aunt, would you like some eggs, duck eggs, or goose eggs? They're all fresh and quite big. Want to have a look?"
If someone was interested, they'd stop and follow her to a corner. Compared to her cautious attitude, they seemed much more straightforward. They'd stand tall and look at her suspiciously, saying, "Sis, why are you being so sneaky? These eggs aren't stolen, are they?"
"Oh, Aunt, what are you saying? I raised them myself. It's just my first time in the City and I'm afraid they won't let me sell them."
"Oh my, you're overthinking it. You're not stealing, so why wouldn't they let you sell? Okay, okay, tell me, how do you want to sell them?"
"Well... Aunt, it's my first time, and I don't know the market price. How about you decide?"
