Beiting Huang was dumbfounded. For the first time, she revealed a second expression besides coldness, which was shock. She asked anxiously, "How much is a piece of butter bread here?"
Chu Feng's expression became better after being teased by her. However, the other mercenaries and adventurers in the campsite were stunned. They were all puzzled in their hearts. Who exactly was this cool and handsome young man in black clothes? Chu Feng was cold to everyone, but he was actually so… gentle to this young man.
"Ordinary bread costs about a hundred Rubis. If you add a little bit of butter, it costs three to four hundred Rubis. The slightly better ones are even more expensive. There are even more types that cost more than a thousand Rubis!" Chu Feng's pair of ice-cold eyes revealed a bit of ridicule. He said in a low voice, "Little Ninth, if you don't have money, I do!"