Il mercato del cibo

In a small Italian town, there was a vibrant mercato every Saturday. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow on the colorful frutta and verdura displayed on wooden tables. Maria, a cheerful woman in her forties, loved visiting the market. She enjoyed selecting the freshest ingredients for her cooking.

As she walked through the stalls, the sweet smell of ripe fragole filled the air. Maria felt happy, thinking about the delicious torta she would make later. 'I need burro and some uova too,' she thought.

At the cheese stall, an old man smiled and waved. 'Buong…