"My wife alone, you decide how much to give, I can tell you are a kind young man, and you surely won't cheat an old lady like me.
I'm in a hurry to get money to treat my grandson!" Xu Ying said, her eyes reddening, but she dared not cry, lest her makeup run and give her away.
Seeing her truly pitiable state, Wu Qingsong couldn't bear to make too much money off her and spoke, "You just want the money, right? The plain flour is at eighty cents per pound, rice is one yuan.
Chicken is two yuan per pound, pork is one yuan sixty, these are already the highest prices, any more and I won't make a cent."
Xu Ying's eyes flickered; the grain was priced similarly to what Huo Chen had offered, but the meat was much less, it was several cents off, nearly one yuan less.
"Big nephew, isn't that a bit too low?" Xu Ying said with a reluctant face.
