"Thank you." Yi Chen received the corn that was wrapped in paper and asked, "How much for all this?"
"That will be 50 bronze notes, Sir," the old lady answered with a smile.
'…I forgot to get some notes from Lady Du.' Yi Chen realised something all of a sudden as his expression couldn't help but freeze for a second.
"Is there a matter, Sir?" The lady asked with subtle confusion on her face. Since he was a foreigner, she was sure that he would have more than enough money to pay what she had just asked him.
"Ah, that…" Yi Chen's eyes immediately went towards the sickly old man and, without a second thought, pulled out a low-grade spirit stone, "Here. I really loved the corn you made."
"T-This…" the old lady's eyes widened, and a part of her wanted to immediately reach for the stone in his hand. However, with sheer will, she controlled herself and said, "I-It's too much, Sir. I only prepared two corns for you…"
