"Wasn't I supposed to be the one haggling?" Yang Qing wondered to himself, smiling wryly at the look Meifeng was giving him. With her nervous, guilty eyes, she seemed one second away from amending her price and claiming the scallion pancakes were more than enough as payment.
If it were anyone else, Yang Qing would have jumped at the chance to exploit them, but with Meifeng—and that look—he didn't have the heart.
Sighing inwardly, he transmitted, "For brokering such a good deal, I'll give you seven. One for each day. How's that? Deal?"
"Deal!" Meifeng blurted immediately, stretching out her hand—only to recoil in embarrassment when she realized she had shouted the words aloud instead of transmitting them.
