We finally decided to have hot pot.

We bought various dishes and meatballs, some dipping sauce, and also some fruits to eat after the meal.

Then we borrowed a pot from the production team.

Fifty yuan was not more than enough.

But ideals are beautiful, while reality gives us a blow.

"Too expensive? Are you saying this is too expensive?"

I pointed at the big apple in my hand with wide eyes.

The fruit vendor glanced at me and said, "Three yuan each, three for ten yuan."

Me: "?" Do you want to hear what you're saying?

Then I and the fruit vendor started a ten-minute haggling session.

After a round of bargaining, neither of us gave in.

Lin Antang tugged at my clothes.

"No, you mean we have to take a bite?"

I had no expression, staring at the fruit vendor.

"We've come this far."

It's not about whether to eat or not anymore; it's a battle of dignity.

I will absolutely not back down.

Finally, after half an hour of bargaining, the fruit vendor realized that no one had come to buy fruit from her in that half hour.

She gave in.

"Young lady, you win."

The vendor waved her hand and said, "Take four for ten yuan."

I happily took the fruit and walked away, suddenly realizing that everyone around me was staring at me.

Trouble.

"I learned from TV dramas. You didn't expect that, did you!"

I put the fruit in An Yan's hands and smiled gently.

Then, amidst the stunned gazes of the crowd, I walked away with small steps.

It was as if the person just now wasn't me.

Then, one by one, we all bought the ingredients and went back.

We rented the pot for five yuan.

Never would I have expected that the production team wouldn't even lend us a pot.

In response, I discreetly flipped them off behind their backs.

Hmph, stingy.