Teacher Tang's confident fantasies were something Wu Lan could not agree with; in her heart, Qiaoqiao was always the little child who never grew up.
What does it mean for a man to be good-looking or not? Her own child was a bit fairer, a bit cuter, but if he were to sit there calmly and steadily drinking tea like in the TV dramas...
Yi, she couldn't imagine it,
Forget it, after all, oranges keep well. Teacher Tang can pick as many as he likes; it's not like they're worth much. There are so many people in the family, how could we not finish them all?
Once she figured this out, she picked the oranges even more efficiently.
The oranges had been ripe for some time, golden yellow on the tree, all uniform in size, really nothing to be picky about, just grab and give a twist, a tug, a pull, and that's it.
It wasn't long before everyone's baskets were stuffed full. Weighed and bagged and... by the time Wu Lan came back to her senses, everyone had already paid.
