"How much are these pastries?" a woman asked.
She was holding the hand of a five or six-year-old child.
The child, too, was eating a pastry.
However, the pastry was much larger than the ones the Second Princess had baked.
The Second Princess recalled the shopkeeper's wife's reminder next door and instantly lost her confidence.
When the woman asked for the price, she didn't dare speak.
Li Xing'an said, "Oh, these ones are two coins each, and these ones are five coins for two."
The woman drew in a sharp breath and widened her eyes, "So small and still so expensive? Look at the pastry my son is eating, it's a circle larger than yours, and it's just one coin each. Is your pastry made of gold? To sell it so expensively?"
Second Young Master Li raised an eyebrow, "It's certainly made differently."
"Made differently how? Can it make you an Immortal?" The woman tilted her brow.
