He had originally thought that a girl who could manage a tofu stand on her own must surely have a rugged and robust physique, like that of a man, but he was surprised to find that the girl before him was an exceptionally slender and delicate little thing.
Moreover, she was quite good-looking.
Dong Dazhu gave her a few more glances, and his cheeks quickly reddened. Fortunately, his skin was dark, and it was not very noticeable.
But he felt embarrassed staring at the girl in such a manner and quickly lowered his gaze.
Zhang Yongchang had already negotiated the price for two hundred catties of tofu which was one hundred and fifty coins, plus a deposit of seventy-five coins to be paid the next day, making it a total of two hundred and twenty coins, not a penny more, not a penny less.
"We'll weigh the tofu, and it'll be ready soon." Zhuang Qingning took the money, brought out the large scale, and called Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Qian over to help weigh the tofu.