"Grandpa, when we get to the temple today, regardless of what I say, please don't interject, alright?" Lin Ziyin started somewhat awkwardly. It felt inappropriate to ask an elder to remain silent, however, she was genuinely worried that his stubbornness would cause him to soften out of gratitude for the livelihood Ding'an Temple had provided him.
You should know that a man of grandpa's age still has to go up the mountain to sell firewood, a feat powered by his physical strength alone. In Lin Ziyin's view, this was an act of mutual kindness, not a debt that needed to be repaid.
"Are you planning to sell these tofu to Ding'an Temple?" The old man asked once he finished eating and put his rice bowl down.
"Yes, for ten pennies a catty." Lin Ziyin replied with a radiant smile, "This is the lowest price."