Tian Xiaobei always kept the account in mind, and he immediately reported a number, "Twenty pounds per basket, two wen per pound, excluding the samples, what you ate, and what was sold in a rush later due to the time crunch, it all adds up to thirty wen now."
"It doesn't matter, that's a lot better, come on, let's go shopping for snacks."
"..." Tian Xiaobei wondered, is it just buying snacks?
Xia Dabao really inherited some habits from Nan Feng. The moment she got the money, she found a noodle shop and ordered two bowls of steaming beef vermicelli, plus a plate of stir-fried beef; Xia Dabao mainly wanted Tian Xiaobei to eat, since he never seemed to have enough to eat.
