On her way back to the pastry shop, Lin Lan made a point of riding her bike through the wet market. She bought two bunches of fresh amaranth greens—a Dragon Boat Festival essential—and placed them in her basket. She hung four old ducks from the back of her bike and bought a pile of mushrooms, which she put in her satchel, before finally returning to the shop.
It was not yet seven, but the market was gradually filling with shoppers. Perhaps because Lin Lan's shop offered such a wide variety of zongzi flavors, even more people came to buy them than the day before.
Many of their old customers from Eucalyptus Forest, who had bought their zongzi before, came back for more.
Qiaohui and Tong Xinglan both relaxed. The young owner of the steamed bun shop across the street walked over with a sheepish grin, looking at Tong Xinglan. "Well, look at you. Business is as good as ever."
Tong Xinglan rolled her eyes at him and snapped, "What's it to you if our business is good or bad?"
