"Wait a minute, I'll get you a scale."

As he said that, he trotted to the kitchen to get the scale. Xu Niannian saw that his forehead was sweating and felt a little embarrassed:

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

Aunt Wang wiped the sweat from her forehead:

"I'm anxious, but you don't know that my family is trying to drive me crazy."

Xu Niannian immediately picked up the scale and weighed it out in a short while:

"10 kilograms of millet, 50 kilograms of flour, and 32 kilograms of rice."

Aunt Wang immediately took out 16.60 yuan from her pocket and handed it to Xu Niannian:

"Remember to come find me next time you have something."

Xu Niannian's eyes flashed:

"Aunt Wang, I may have to leave here for a while."

Aunt Wang felt as if she had fallen into an abyss after hearing this, and she quickly grabbed Xu Niannian's hand:

"Girl, is there anything I can do for you?"

Xu Niannian smiled:

"It's okay, I just hope I can prepare more for you next time."

Aunt Wang calculated:

"Can you give us 200 kilograms of flour, and a little more rice?"

Xu Niannian thought it should be fine, but the amount was too large:

"The quantity is no problem. We can meet at the abandoned security booth in your community at 9 o'clock tomorrow night. Remember, it can't be earlier or later. I will mark the weights on it. Remember to put the money down immediately after you pick up the items and leave."

Aunt Wang was startled by this; it sounded quite scary.

However, in this day and age, anyone who can produce such white flour and such delicious rice must be somewhat special.

The more you ask, the faster you die.

Thinking that this might be his last chance and that the opportunity might not come back again, he agreed immediately.