Manbao chuckled and said, "I've sold it."
Mr. Zhuang, "…Didn't you say you were going to transplant a pot for me?"
Holding the pot in her hands, Manbao replied, "Mr. Zhuang, it's right here. I've planted it for you. It's spring now, and it won't be long before it grows."
Mr. Zhuang stared at a pot of soil and was speechless for a long while.
The mentor and disciple exchanged a silent look for a moment, then Mr. Zhuang asked, "How much did you sell that orchid for?"
Manbao stretched out two fingers.
Mr. Zhuang asked, "Two hundred taels?"
Manbao, surprised, asked, "Mr. Zhuang, how did you guess correctly right away?"
