A String of Conscience at the Night Market Stall
Lao Ma has guarded his night market stall for fifteen years, skewering fresh meat on the spot for three yuan a skewer. A Li uses red triangle frozen meat to sell them for one yuan each, stealing away his customers. Lao Ma reports him, his stall is moved, and his wife Xiulan is caught in a dilemma. After workers hold a dinner party and seek medical treatment, the investigation uncovers the shady underbelly of the red triangle frozen meat. A Li begs his older sister to take the blame, tearing apart family affection and principle. Lao Ma stubbornly guards his stall alone to insist on publishing his source of ingredients, and Xiulan finally hands over the key to reveal the truth. Lao Ma does not fall; he reopens his stall, defending his conscience with three hundred skewers. Three hundred skewers, not a single one missing, nor a single one too many.
Main characters: Lao Ma, Xiulan, A Li
Also known as: 夜市摊上的一串良心
Sebatang Cucuk Nurani di Gerai Pasar Malam (57 episod)
Lao Ma telah menjaga gerai pasar malamnya selama lima belas tahun, mencucuk daging segar di tempat pada harga tiga yuan setiap cucuk. A Li menggunakan daging…
Lao Ma telah menjaga gerai pasar malamnya selama lima belas tahun, mencucuk daging segar di tempat pada harga tiga yuan setiap cucuk. A Li menggunakan daging sejuk beku segi tiga merah untuk menjual pada harga satu yuan, merampas pelanggan. Lao Ma membuat aduan, gerai dipindahkan, dan isterinya Xiulan berada dalam dilema. Selepas pekerja mengadakan jamuan makan dan mendapatkan rawatan, siasatan membongkar sisi gelap daging sejuk beku segi tiga merah itu. A Li merayu kakaknya menanggung kesalahan, memutuskan kasih sayang keluarga dan prinsip. Lao Ma sendirian menjaga gerai bertegas mengumumkan sumber bahan, dan Xiulan akhirnya menyerahkan kunci untuk membongkar kebenaran. Lao Ma tidak rebah; dia membuka semula gerai, mempertahankan nurani dengan tiga ratus cucuk. Tiga ratus cucuk, tidak kurang satu pun, dan tidak lebih satu pun.
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