"I can't." Yang Ruxin shook her head decisively, "Uncle Han, you should understand the principle that scarcity brings value. I trust that the other dishes in your restaurant have also been selling well these days, haven't they?"
"Exactly, exactly." Han Baichuan nodded, "It's just that seeing them sell so well made me a bit eager. You, young lady, are really clear-headed…"
"It's only human nature." Ruxin smiled.
"Here, these are our restaurant's pastries. Take them back for your younger brothers and sisters to try." Han Baichuan took out two packages of pastries from the counter, "Don't be modest with me now…"
Yang Ruxin indeed didn't stand on ceremony, accepting the pastries and handing them to the old basket carrier, "Uncle, I need to take a trip to the county town later, so you go on ahead. Can you help me take these pastries back home?"
"Sure thing." The old carrier walked off happily.