Lu Yuanfeng brought Mu Shuangshuang to the place where she and he last bought a small pot.
She still remembered that time when she wasn't very familiar with Lu Yuanfeng, he was such a doofus then.
Thinking about it now, it must not have been that he was dumb, it must have been that he thought he was too good, so that's why he behaved that way.
Mu Shuangshuang, full of a mysterious self-confidence, walked into the blacksmith shop just in time to see some business going on.
Coincidentally, someone was buying an iron pot too, and Mu Shuangshuang joined in.
Little Niu still had a somewhat juvenile face, but when bargaining, he was already quite methodical.
"Aunt, I'm sorry, this small pot is our shop's main product, perfect for hot pot in winter. My dad set the price at thirty wen, can't go any lower."
Mu Shuangshuang was dumbfounded at the time.
Thirty wen, wasn't it three wen?
