Ni Yang said with a smile, "I just came over intending to buy some other things. Auntie, do you have cassava flour here?"
"Yes, yes, we do. I'll get it for you right away." The noodle shop owner's wife turned around to fetch the cassava flour for Ni Yang. "Yangyang, how much do you want?"
Ni Yang thought for a moment, "Give me two catties for now."
"Alright."
The shop's owner's wife weighed a full two catties of cassava flour and handed it to Ni Yang.
"Auntie, how much is it?"
The owner's wife said with a smile, "Nevermind, it's just a bit of cassava flour." Ni Yang ordered over 60 yuan worth of noodles from her every day, so a bit of cassava flour really wasn't much. Since Ni Yang was so generous with them, they couldn't be stingy either. It's a two-way street after all.
"Thank you then, Auntie," Ni Yang took the cassava flour and continued, "By the way, how much is this cassava flour per cattie? I might order in large quantities in the future."
