บท 669: Chapter 669: Poor Presentation

"Three hundred wen per pound?!"

Shopkeeper He held a sweet potato strip in his hand, his eyes almost bulging out in surprise.

He was originally munching on a piece of dried sweet potato, but his jaw dropped at this news, nearly choking on the snack.

Qiao Xiaomai picked up the teapot and poured him a cup of tea, saying with a smile, "Here you go, have a sip to smooth it all down."

Shopkeeper He drained the cup, thumping his chest a few times. His face still wore a look of surprise. "Three hundred wen. Per pound? Per pound! Are you sure about this?"

This costs dozens of times more than meat. Isn't this highway robbery?

Right?