"How do you know we can't afford it? Wrap these up for me, and apologize to my husband."
The shopkeeper, seeing through the scheme, quickly came over to wrap it up for Cui Yulu, and said with a smile, "It'll be one hundred and fifty coins in total."
Of all the pastries, only the osmanthus cake was a bit pricey, costing ten coins per piece. Cui Yulu ordered three pieces to share with everyone. She also ordered more mung bean cake and jujube paste pastry, thinking that her family could also try them.
The harvests have been bad these past few years, and we've earned little money. Our family can't afford to eat these pastries; we can only enjoy a little bit during festivals.
"Sister-in-law, you are so kind."
Han Chunying took the pastry bag and hugged it to her chest. She would never have called her sister-in-law before, but she changed her address in front of the delicious food.
This made Cui Yulu a little embarrassed, after all, she was a year older than her.
The young shop assistant hadn't expected them to be so agreeable, so he could only stand by with a forced smile. Business was tough these days; few people bought pastries except during holidays, which made him a bit of a snob.
The shopkeeper glared at him fiercely: "If this happens again, get out of here and go home."
"Yes, yes, it was my fault. Please don't take offense, young lady."
"It's not an apology to me, it's an apology to my husband."
The young waiter lowered his head reluctantly: "I'm sorry, I misspoke just now. I was blind and offended an important person."
"Actually, I don't want to cause you any trouble, but please watch your words in the future. My husband isn't stupid; he just injured his head and will be fine in the future."
It was the first time Han Yu'an had received an apology from someone, and he was so excited that he was at a loss for words, just grinning foolishly.
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