A trip to the Bazaar

My grandad is the worst person a shopkeeper would want in his shop. I went with him, my mom and her sister to the local bazaar where they sell all sorts of things. Here's what happened:

The first shop we went to was a utensil crafts shop where one ang moh was buying a lot of stuff. My grandad holds one bowl up and he's like:
Grandad: Do you know where this was made Suren?
Suren: Nope
Grandad: It was made in Kashmir, you can make out by looking at the design and the type of material.
Suren: Thats cool.
Grandad: But this finishing is not done so well. It will break quite easily within a few months.
Ang Moh guy leaves the shop without buying anything after hearing my grandad.

Later we entered a carpet shop and my grandad starts talking to the person next to him.
Grandad: This carpet is not done properly wowen ... just look at the edges. The design and colour aren't that great either. I'm not too impressed about this carpet. What do you think?
Person standing next to him: I made these carpets.
Grandad: You still haven't told me what you think of the carpets.
Person: I think they're nice.
Grandad: Maybe you should stop making carpets then.

And to another shop:
Grandad: This shirt looks very nice.
Shopkeeper: Thanks
Grandad: How much does it cost?
Shopkeeper: 150 rupees.
Grandad: Is that a good price or will i have to bargain?
Shopkeeper: You'll have to bargain.
Rusty: "........wtf?"