Not willing to let Bu Qiong play him for a fool, Di Tou looked at him with a somewhat mocking expression, "Ten silvers, eh? And how much does everything cost."
Letting out a somewhat embarrassed expression, Bu Qiong rubbed his hand together and said, "It's not about how much it costs. It's about how much value it can bring to you, hehe. Look at this pot, although the handle on this side is a little bit wiggly." Holding up the pot by the left handle, Bu Qiong waved it back and forth to prove his point, "It still works, doesn't it? Haha, if you're simply cooking, you can consider it a friend helping you stir the pot, so couldn't you say the value is greater?"
