"His pork is all sold to outsiders. The locals know his ways; who would do business with him?"
...
Yuan Chun scooped a small bowl of sunflower seeds and placed it in front of the aunts, smiling, "Here, crack some seeds. If you get thirsty, there's still water inside."
"Oh, Yuan Chun, you're too kind. We chat here and always end up eating your snacks." Grandma Fan said this, but her hands were unceremoniously grabbing a handful of seeds, cracking them with relish.
Yuan Chun took a small chair and sat down beside Aunt Zhang, replying, "You all come here and bring more life to my shop. What's wrong with eating a bit? It's not worth much, anyway."
Grandma Fan laughed, "That's because you're generous."
She continued, "Do you still have braised pig's head? Save me ten yuan's worth. My fifth child just got out of the hospital and has been thinking about your pig's head."
"Alright."
