"Miss, this amount is enough to exchange for 30 pieces of flatbread. I'll make you 30 then!" Old Han was also an honest person, telling this to Qiao Mu with a beaming smile.
Yet Qiao Mu shook her head. "Twenty is fine. You can keep the rest and eat them gradually."
Old Han quickly thanked her repeatedly, and he put his heart into making 20 pieces of piping hot flatbread. He carefully wrapped them up in oilpaper before handing the bundle to the little lady.
"Thank you." Qiao Mu directly put it into her inner world after receiving it, and she gave a nod before turning to walk towards the carriage.
Upon lifting the curtain, she couldn't resist twitching the corner of her mouth.
She saw two men presently sitting face to face, each holding a teacup with both hands. Their fingers were slender, and their eyes were slightly lowered. A tranquil pretty boy picture unfolded before her eyes.
