Shanghai People
by Wu Jintian
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On Sunday morning, my eldest cousin Hongfang took a fancy to a chicken at the free market. It had yellow feathers, yellow claws and a yellow tip. It was an authentic Pudong three-yellow chicken. Touching it with your hands, you can see that there isn't much food in the chicken crop, so there must be no sand stuffed inside. It's perfect for making boiled chicken, and the soup can also be used to stew a pot of chicken porridge. The key is that the price per catty is two cents less than other stalls... Hongfang thought in her mind without showing any expression on her face, "This chicken is a little thinner and seems to be in poor spirits." The stall owner is a young man in his early twenties. "Help me, the female chicken is not a male chicken, so it is gentler. The thinner chicken will have less oil and water, so you can save weight by eating it." This Hongfang is indeed fatter. "I'll give you a dime for a pound." The young man scratched his head and said, "I didn't ask for the price in the first place. If I give you another dime, I'll lose all my profit. Well, if Auntie really wants to buy it, I'll lose my money and sell it."
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