"What is this..." An Jing looked at the money handed to her and was momentarily unable to react.
Xiao Changyi, with an unchanged expression, said, "Ten pounds of fermented tofu for one hundred coins, plus six coins for a jar, which makes a total of one hundred and six coins."
"Pfft~" An Jing finally understood and laughed, "I thought you were giving it away for free, but you even sold the jars to them, hehe... My husband, you're awesome!" Just like her, never at a disadvantage~
Receiving praise from his wife, the corners of Xiao Changyi's mouth curved in an almost imperceptible smile.
At noon, An Jing made rabbit meat, which had been marinated; although quite salty, it was delicious.
After all, it was a meat dish.
While eating, An Jing and Xiao Changyi discussed buying more tofu from Shi Xiaolan.
Wang Youbao had said that dishes flavored with fermented tofu sold very well, so in the future, her family's fermented tofu would sell even better.
