Jian Qingqing suddenly had an idea. There were so many spices in her Spatial Kitchen, and she could not bring them out openly at home. She might as well sell them while the adults were away. However, she still had to test the waters first.
"Then, give me two catties of fat meat, two pig bones, two catties of streaky meat, and one catthy of pig innards."
"Okay!"
The boss raised his knife and cut off a piece of fat meat neatly. He weighed it, and gave it two catties. Jian Qingqing was amazed.
"It's three hundred and eighty-five wen in total. I'll charge you three hundred and eighty wen."
The two bones weighed a little more than three catties in total. The boss counted it as three catties.
"Okay, thank you." Jian Qingqing handed him a whole piece of silver.
The boss picked through the money box before giving her the balance.
Jian Qingqing counted it and it was just enough. Then she carefully stuffed the money into her pocket.
