Hmm, it's still the same as before. Tong Wen felt more reassured. She said awkwardly, "I promised to buy some for my friend. Tell me, how many can you give me?"
Meng Chuyue smiled, "Two hundred kilograms, is that enough?"
"Enough, enough."
Tong Wen wanted to say it wasn't enough, but she didn't have much money on hand. Just now, Yun Si hadn't given her any money. At thirty yuan per kilogram, two hundred kilograms would cost six thousand, which was already quite frightening.
Tong Wen hadn't bought quality fruit for a while; Meng Chuyue had been giving it to her to eat.
Of course, it was always about ten kilograms each time, not too much.
This time, it suddenly came to two hundred kilograms; she definitely had to pay.
She thought it would be a little less than thirty-five yuan per kilogram, but to her surprise, Meng Chuyue had Zhao Xiaoxin charge her twenty yuan per kilogram.
