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As she calculated the new mooncake designs and counted the remaining cakes, Lin Yuan hummed a tune, thoroughly enjoying herself. Suddenly, a man's voice rose nearby, "Wow, these mooncakes are quite fresh, each costing two taels of silver! Is the filling made of silver ground into powder or what?"
Because the double-yolk mooncakes were made in limited quantities but sold extremely well, Lin Yuan had impulsively raised the price to two taels of silver each.
Upon hearing these obviously provocative words, Lin Yuan knew for sure that someone was envious of her thriving business. Sure enough, when she looked up, she saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth casually tossing a bean paste mooncake in his hand, his skilled movements somewhat resembling the street performers' juggling acts!
"Hmph!" Lin Yuan stopped working, crossed her arms, and provocatively retorted, "My dear sir, that mooncake in your hand is not worth two taels!"
