"Alright," Shen Mianmian quickly weighed two pounds of doubanjiang, "Sister, that's forty cents for two pounds."
The doubanjiang this time was made rather well; it usually sold for thirty-five cents a pound, but she didn't want to charge Li Shiping so much.
If it weren't for the partnership in their business, she would have wanted to give two pounds to Li Shiping for free, but that was only a fleeting thought. For families like theirs, if she really gave it away for free, people might suspect her intentions.
"Okay."
Li Shiping reached for her money, but holding the vegetables and her child made it inconvenient, so she said to Wan Dongcheng, "Dongcheng, help me carry something."
"What a hassle," Wan Dongcheng complained, stepping closer to Li Shiping and extending his hand. However, he didn't reach for the vegetables; instead, he took out forty cents from Li Shiping's pocket and handed it to Shen Mianmian.
Then, he nonchalantly put his hands back in his trouser pockets.
