Zhang Yulan tried to explain to the old lady, "Auntie, our pastries are definitely fine if eaten within a week. It's because they've been kept too long that they're moldy..."
Before she finished, the old lady glared, "I don't understand what you're saying. I bought these pastries from you, so you have to be responsible."
"Hurry up and get your manager out here."
As soon as the words left the old lady's mouth, Xu Cuilan walked over.
"Auntie, please calm down first. We indeed made a mistake by not clearly informing you about the expiration date."
When she said this, the old lady's expression softened considerably, "So, what are you going to do about it? My grandson is still lying in the hospital."
"How about we compensate you with five dollars, and you be more careful when buying pastries next time? If they're moldy or kept too long, don't eat them."
"That's more like it."
The old lady snorted coldly and took the money, leaving.
