No better than slaves
"Do I need you to do that, Wang Shuchun!?" The elderly woman sneered. She pointed at the woman on the street and shouted at the top of her lungs, "I know what you are playing at, you can fool my son with your flowery words but don't even think about fooling me!"
"What do you mean by that you want to introduce new desserts in my shop? You are just trying to slowly take over this shop, aren't you? This shop is skilled in selling traditional desserts, why would I change the filling inside of them?"
"Mother, please calm down!" A mer who was in his early twenties rushed out. His long hair was tied in a bun and he was wearing old robes that were tattered in places. "Shuchun did not mean anything wrong by asking you to change the filling inside the sweets."