Whatever strategies the two superior groups hatched the previous night, they proved to fall short before the inferior one's.
At 5 PM, their little competition ended in time.
Even then, there still stood a relatively long line before Lin Ruoye and Shen Jingwei's stall.
They sold so many flowers that they had to ask Madam Yang to restock their flowers sometime in the afternoon.
Everyone knew which group won the first prize before Madam Yang announced the result.
"It was unfair," Lang Yuxuan complained, crossing his arms before his chest in indignation. "We didn't have the photo spot with us. That's why we lost."
"Technically, the photo spot did not belong to our group," Lin Ruoye replied. "You could have offered the same thing to your buyers."
Lang Yuxuan pursed his lips.
"If I did that, our group would be dubbed a copycat."
Both Shen Jingwei and Lin Ruoye grinned from ear to ear.
First come, first serve!