"Ten coins?!" The uncle gasped in shock. Then, with good intentions, he said, "Girl, not one vegetable in this market can sell for ten coins a jin. I see you're new here, just starting to do business today, that's why you don't understand the market price. You should lower your price to avoid not being able to sell."
"Uncle, this food is something my husband and I worked on for a long time to figure out. Ten coins is already the lowest price we can offer; any lower and we would be losing money," An Jing lied without changing her expression.
"This…" Upon hearing about a loss, the uncle stopped persuading. Just then, someone came to buy his vegetables, pulling his attention away, and An Jing was happy to get off easy.
Selling stinky tofu among a group of sellers' vegetables, and with the stinky tofu looking quite attractive, everyone couldn't help but cast a curious glance, but that was all—they merely took a glance, without asking An Jing what it was or how much it cost.
