Free Web NovelChapter 960: Chapter 960: Are Your Dumplings Filled with Gold?
Willow Grant curled her lip dismissively, "Selling dumplings at a school flea market, and you’ve got some sense of superiority? A queue... Do you really think you’re running a shop here? Never seen anyone like you driving customers away. You’re just targeting me!"
But as soon as Willow finished speaking, the students behind her started chiming in—
"This insane girl is seriously ill, right?"
"Totally! Everyone’s queuing, who are you to cut in line? What do you think we are?"
"I am just dying laughing, targeting you, seriously? With so many customers, would Summer Monroe have the time to single you out? Aren’t you just paranoid?"
Victor Ford, having just finished and returned for another bowl, also shouted, "Willow Grant, if you want dumplings, get in line behind me, don’t cut! Show some decency, don’t embarrass our prep class, okay?"
Victor never minces words, even with all the other students from different majors present.
Of course, Victor’s comment wasn’t meant for Willow specifically; he always addresses the matter, not the individual, and has always been outspoken about things that irritate him.
Even with Summer, when she first joined the class, Victor questioned allowing backdoor entrants into the prep class.
But Willow insisted that Victor was nothing but a sycophant to Summer, and with so many people joining Victor in "attacking" her, even though she had a thousand grievances, she had to swallow them and reluctantly queued at the end.
If she turned around and stormed off now, it would only prove she was causing a scene, so she had no choice but to stay and queue for the dumplings.
After waiting for over twenty minutes, just as Willow felt she might faint from the sun, it was finally her turn.
"How much for a bowl?"
"Fifty." Summer’s tone was flat, as if speaking to a stranger.
Willow gritted her teeth, "Fifty? Fifty for ten dumplings? Are your dumplings plated with gold?"
At that moment, a student who had bought cookies from Willow overheard and chimed in: "Weren’t your cookies also fifty a batch? Compared to your ten cookies, aren’t the dumplings a better deal? Besides, when I bought them, you guilt-tripped me, making me feel that not buying meant being cold-hearted and unwilling to assist children in impoverished areas!"
Willow’s face darkened, "I didn’t say that..."
"Your exact words were different, but wasn’t that the intent? So now you’re saying Summer’s dumplings are gold-plated, are your cookies diamond-studded?"
Immediately, more people started criticizing Willow—
"Exactly! When you sold cookies, you guilt-tripped us, and now you’re doing it again. Do you want to stand on a moral high ground and rule the world?"
"Are you buying or not? If not, we want to buy!"
"Yes, stop dilly-dallying, hurry up! Buy or leave!"
Willow’s molars were about to crush.
Furiously, she pulled out fifty and threw it on the stall, then grabbed a dumpling and started eating.
While queuing, she thought that once the group following Summer cleared, there would be no more customers, but to her surprise, there were more and more people, many of them repeat customers.
She had to try these dumplings that made so many people queue up, to see what was so special about them!
Willow blew on the steaming dumplings a few times, then instead of leaving the line, tasted them on the spot.
She intended to tell everyone that Summer’s dumplings were nothing but ordinary, completely not worth fifty bucks!
