"What can I get you?" the waiter asked with enthusiasm, not showing any hint of disdain towards his customers.
"How much for these high-quality flour?" Lin Ziyin asked.
"Ziyin, we should get the dark flour." Lin Changshu was becoming anxious. If she continued spending like this, they would quickly run out of money from selling tofu.
"How much for the rice?" Lin Ziyin then cast her admiring gaze on the rice. She loved food both made of flour and rice.
"White flour is five copper coins, dark flour three coins, and rice is five coins," the waiter quickly listed the prices.
"I'll take ten catties each of flour and rice, and ten catties of the dark flour as well," Lin Ziyin decided in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Alright, I'll get them bagged up for you right away," the waiter, fearing that a somewhat distressed Lin Changshu might object, quickly bagged up the items Ziyin ordered.
"One hundred thirty copper coins," Lin Ziyin tossed over a handful of coins.