The Mom-to-Be's Fruit Stand War

Eight months pregnant, I was just craving some cherries. The owner of the Premium Orchard at my community's entrance assured me, patting her chest, that they were sixty yuan a jin, all air-freighted, and she'd replace a whole box for a single bad one. But when I got them home and washed the first handful, I found mold spots all over the dark red fruit. Even the water had a sour smell.