Too much, she felt the pain in her heart. One thousand yen was already the limit. Anyway, it's like throwing money away, why not pick it up and recycle it.
"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Fushimi Rokki said with a straight face.
"Fine, you have guts, I appreciate a man with such backbone." Minamoto Tamako dug out a 50-yen coin from her little pig wallet, holding it up in front of her eyes with an expression as serious as if she was holding a diamond: "Add fifty more. How about it? Tempted?"
With that said, she slapped the coin onto the tatami mat with a "thwack," slowly pushing it towards Fushimi Roku: "I hope you won't be ungrateful."
Fushimi Roku glanced at the coin on the floor. This thing was equivalent to five dimes, at best capable of buying a piece of bubble gum or being used as change.
He couldn't help but ask, "Where did you learn this set of talking skills?"
Minamoto Tamako sat up straight, holding a pipe, and hummed proudly twice, saying, "Not telling you."
