"Ah!"
The little girl saw the gold coin Zhang Xiaoman handed over and couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
"Sir... you're giving too much, these flowers don't cost that much..."
She hesitated, standing there looking at the shining coin in front of her, her eyes revealing a look of longing.
"It's fine, I quite like these flowers. Consider the extra money a tip from me."
Perhaps the warm atmosphere of the inn set the tone well, Zhang Xiaoman was in a good mood at the moment.
He didn't have any change on him, and the smallest denomination he had was this gold coin weighing one Glin, and seeing her father was also present, he simply gave it to her directly.
Although the little girl had good manners, she was still a child and eventually couldn't resist the temptation in front of her, handing over the basket of little flowers.
The man beside them seemed to have noticed the situation and hurried over, wanting to return the gold coin.
But Zhang Xiaoman waved his hand and said:
