Mag froze for an instant, and then realized that it had to be because she had failed to collect money completely by herself, and felt she hadn't been much of help to him.
Mag put the plate on the table. He couldn't help feeling his heart ache a little as he looked at Amy's sad little face. It seemed the little girl was still not very confident in herself. In fact, he felt Amy, who was just a little more than four years old, was already very amazing to do this kind of thing.
Looking into Amy's eyes, Mag shook his head solemnly. "Who said so? Why would you think that, Amy? It's mostly because of Amy that we have sold four plates of fried rice today. Besides, you've counted right to charge 2,400 copper coins, but Grandpa Mobai didn't have that many copper coins, so he had to use this more beautiful and valuable gold coins to pay instead."
"Really?" Amy's eyes became brighter and brighter as she listened to Mag's words, but she was still not very confident.
