"Brother Ye, you've prepared too few of these pancakes. Make sure to prepare more with meat tomorrow."
"How come your pork offal is so delicious? Is there a secret recipe?"
"Zhao Er, that's not very considerate of you. How can you expect someone to share their business secrets?"
"I just find it unsatisfying to eat so little; I want to go back and have my wife make some."
"Then you'd better buy a couple more tomorrow."
"I'm willing to buy one, but two are just too much. Brother Ye, are you coming back tonight? I'd like to buy two for my kids to try."
"Not tonight," Ye Qiu shook his head, "processing these pork offals takes a lot of time, but if you guys want to buy, I'll prepare some today and sell them tomorrow evening."
"That's good, remember to reserve two for me."
"I want some too, save two for me as well."
"And me."
