She didn't care and said, "I'm not forcing you to buy. If you buy today, you can have one more day of exclusive business."
"Seven cents."
"Alright." She nodded, spread her hands, "Here's one hundred jin, give me seven hundred cents. I paid a deposit of twenty cents for the basket at the pork fat stall at the vegetable market. Your waiter knew about it just now. Give me an extra twenty cents, and you can return the basket later."
Manager Duan agreed, thinking that he needed a big basket to hold so much offal anyway. He went to the counter and took out 720 cents to give to Su Qingyue.
A well-dressed man entered the restaurant, "Manager Duan, I heard that you have very fragrant pig offal for sale, and even spent 300 taels of silver to buy the recipe, right?"