"Alright, alright, five cents a jin, I'll sell." The stall owner, worried Cecilia Adler would back out, immediately started weighing the produce.
All told, it came to twenty-three jin.
Cecilia Adler paid him one twenty.
She took it home, set some aside, and rode her bike to deliver the rest to the restaurant.
Master Chapman was especially excited to see her. "Girl, I was just wondering how to get in touch with you! That fish of yours—I need another three hundred jin." The moment the fish was on the menu today, several tables asked for second helpings, and some even placed new orders to take home after finishing their meals.
In less than a day, more than half of the dozens of fish were gone.
"The fish are gone, but I have wild shepherd's purse. Do you want any?" Cecilia Adler untied the mouth of her bag. "It's all fresh."
Master Chapman just stared at her. "Gone? How can there be no fish in the river? Are you trying to raise the price?"
