Qiao Mai's stall was no longer lively. The people had dispersed and the mayor came to the stall.
"You owe me another favor. The Full Moon Festival is coming, why don't you give me some gifts?" said the mayor.
Lu Sanniang raised her eyebrows. "What do you want?"
"Fresh food. What did you think?" Then, he turned around and left with a smile.
Qiao Mai laughed. "Sis, is this another glutton?"
"He's already so old, but he's still greedy. Since he wants to eat, why don't you get him something fresh?"
"When is the Full Moon Festival?"
"August 15th, ten days to go."
"Alright, let me think. Do we have mooncakes here?"
"There are no mooncakes, but pastries. They are round and look like the moon. Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't celebrate it. No one from the farmer families celebrates it. Only rich families celebrate it when they have to worship the moon, set up tables, and offer tributes."