Bai Yaoyu led Bai Zhi'er back to his cloth stall.
Beside the bun stall, a middle-aged man having his breakfast glanced at the siblings.
At this moment, a passerby approached Bai Zhi'er and asked, "How much are the potatoes per pound?"
"Fifty cents." Bai Yaoyu answered without thinking.
The passerby was very surprised, "Fifty cents? It's more expensive than meat!"
Bai Yaoyu was already a little displeased, now spoke irritably, "Buy it if you want or leave it!"
The passerby didn't want to say more and walked away directly.
Bai Zhi'er blinked her long eyelashes and moved her small body next to her brother.
"Brother, a meat bun is only five cents. Are our potatoes made of gold? Why do they cost fifty cents per pound?"
"I just heard the vegetable stall next door, that aunt is selling at ten coins per pound."
Bai Yaoyu hesitated for a moment, "Really?"
