Fu Yichen hasn't reacted yet, does that person really want to buy ginseng for a thousand yuan?

It's incredible, like a dream, Fu Yichen's face is usually so calm that his face is no longer calm.

"He wasn't kidding, was he?"

Song Baoxuan looked at him inexplicably.

"What are you kidding?"

"It's a thousand"

"It's true, in fact, the price is a little low, but it can only be like this, otherwise it is estimated that it will be difficult to sell ginseng here, it is too expensive!"

“… Oh"

Fu Yichen felt that he was dizzy when he walked, and the surging in his heart could no longer be seen on his face.

Song Baoxuan was not surprised, she was too embarrassed anyway, so Fu Yichen worked hard to make himself expressionless.

Song Baoxuan and Fu Yichen came to a stall selling wontons.

"The boss came to two bowls of ravioli"

When the boss saw that it was two children, she spoke.

"One bowl of two cents, two bowls of four cents, you have to give money before you can make wontons"

This is a private transaction, and there is no need for food stamps, but the price will be more expensive than the state-run food stamps.

"Row"

Song Baoxuan took out four cents from her pocket and gave it to the boss, she brought some money by herself when she went out, and did not use the five yuan given by Zheng Huawen.

Besides, if you give five yuan to the boss, the boss may not be able to find it.

The boss took the money and counted it, and made sure that it was four cents and received it in his pocket, and then quickly made two bowls of wontons.

Song Baoxuan actually gave four one-dime, but the boss may be used to counting them.

Fu Yichen saw that Song Baoxuan paid for it himself, and he touched the only two cents in his pocket, which was just enough for his bowl of wontons.

He took out the money and put it in front of Song Baoxuan.

"This is the money for my bowl of ravioli"

"No need, follow me to take you to eat and drink in the future... Sweet, besides, didn't that man give us money just now? I'll take it first, and we'll divide it when the time comes, and let's count this wonton together."

Song Baoxuan is not bad for these two cents, in fact, her parents will give her New Year's money every year, and she will occasionally give her some money.

They don't "help" themselves to take the money first, and they won't ask anymore if they give it to themselves, so her little coffers are still a little bit.

Even if you invite Fu Yichen to eat a bowl of wontons, you can still do it yourself.

Fu Yichen thought about it and didn't insist, and carefully put the two cents back into his pocket.

The boss moved quickly, and after a while, two bowls of wontons were served.

"The two bowls of wontons you want, eat them while they're hot."

As soon as the wontons came up, Song Baoxuan smelled it and felt very fragrant, she didn't feel hungry at first, but now she felt that her stomach was empty, and Fu Yichen couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

Song Baoxuan was not ambiguous at all, took one of her bowls and blew it and put it in her mouth, it was not bad, but there was too little meat in it, as if there was nothing.

It's not surprising that there is less meat, after all, meat is very expensive, and before you still need meat, it's very good that a two-cent wonton can have a meaty taste.

She watched Fu Yichen rush without moving.

"Eat it quickly, it's hotter and more fragrant"

Fu Yichen also moved his chopsticks, and there was a scoop next to him, but when he saw Song Baoxuan eating with chopsticks, he also followed with chopsticks.

"In the future, my sister will take you to a restaurant to eat delicious food, so let's eat wontons first."

Fu Yichen felt a little funny, a person younger than himself still claimed to be a sister, and he had to take himself to eat delicious food.

But his heart is warm, it turns out that having friends feels like this, it's not bad!

"Hmm" I'll take you to eat delicious food in the future.

Fu Yichen didn't know how long it had been since he had eaten a ravioli, or if he had never eaten it before.

He thought that this bowl of wontons was really delicious, probably the best thing he had ever tasted.

Let's keep half a bowl for my grandmother!

Song Baoxuan saw that he stopped eating halfway through and asked strangely.

"Why didn't you eat it?"

"I want to keep it and take it home"

“… But this bowl belongs to the owner."

In the end, Fu Yichen couldn't pack the half bowl of wontons, because the owner of the wontons didn't have anything that could be packed, and everyone else came to eat it directly.

Otherwise, he would have come over with a bowl by himself, and Fu Yichen had to eat all the remaining wontons with regret.