Su Qingyue took it and asked with a slightly red face, "How much does it cost?"
Ah, what should she do? She doesn't have a single copper coin. She couldn't bear to use the money Xiao Qinghe gave her.
It's true that not even a cent could kill a resilient man, let alone drive a killer to insanity.
"Two cents a bunch, Chuan paid this morning. Chuan was supposed to pick it up in the evening, but I saw it getting dark, and he hadn't come yet, so I sent it over," Aunt Zhang chuckled. "Wife of the Xiao Family, your man is so considerate that he's afraid of you not having vegetables to eat at home."
"..." That was true, but she felt embarrassed to hear that. Fortunately, Xiao Yuchuan had already paid, or else she would rather have not received the vegetables.
"Sorry for the trouble," Xiao Qinghe said very politely.