Noticing Lin Fei's "nefarious" gaze, Chen Jiaqi realized she had spoken too quickly and caused a misunderstanding.
"I... I meant your stuff is really big..."
Chen Jiaqi added.
"?"
Lin Fei was even more confused.
"No, no, no, I meant your ginseng is really big!"
Finally, Chen Jiaqi got the conversation back on track.
"Miss Chen, will you buy my medicinal herbs?"
Lin Fei asked.
He was only concerned about whether he could sell his herbs.
"Of course, I'll buy them. Let me weigh this bag of herbs, and I'll give you fifty yuan per pound, okay?"
Chen Jiaqi asked.
"Holy smokes, fifty yuan per pound, that high?"
Someone exclaimed.
Lin Fei, too, wasn't very knowledgeable about the prices of medicinal herbs. Hearing the other person's exclamation, he chuckled and said, "Miss Chen, are you deliberately offering me a high price?"
