Li Huai is still in trouble, because the finances are really difficult, and the taxes and grains he paid to his boss this year have not yet been received. How can he have spare money to buy these people?
"Mr. Zheng, you guys can settle accounts with money or grain, right?"
Ruan Xiangxiang mentally calculated the price mentioned by the waiter. She didn't have the money, but she had some ideas for the food.
As the saying goes, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Once these people are bought by some big boss, I'm afraid some of them will become someone else's appetite.
Even if she comes from the apocalypse, she can't bear to see such a tragedy happen.
Boss Zheng looked at Ruan Xiangxiang in surprise and raised his eyebrows: "What? Do you have food?"
Ruan Xiangxiang reached into her bag and took out a steamed small potato from the space. She spread the potato in the palm of her hand and handed it to Boss Zheng.
"Try this."
Boss Zheng took the potato from Ruan Xiangxiang's hand doubtfully and hesitantly brought the potato to his mouth.
He looked at the dark skin of the potato, hesitated, and handed the potato to the waiter: "Try it."
The boy was already hungry, so he opened his mouth and bit into the potato, regardless of whether he had seen the thing or not.
"Well, it's soft and a little sweet, so delicious!"
"It's really delicious?" Boss Zheng was a little surprised.
"Yeah, it's delicious." The guy smacked his lips and turned to Ruan Xiangxiang and asked, "Girl, what's your name? Is there anything else?"
Ruan Xiangxiang took out another small one from her bag and waved it in front of the waiter: "There's more."
The guy subconsciously raised his mouth to bite it.
Ruan Xiangxiang shrank her hands: "It's a pity that I can't give it to you."
Chu Munan directly kicked the guy in the butt: "I told you to pretend to be a dog!"
The guy looked aggrieved in pain: "How can I pretend to be a dog?"
Chu Munan took the small potato from Ruan Xiangxiang's hand and threw it to Boss Zheng: "The last one, there will be no more."
Boss Zheng took it, threw it into his mouth, and then ate it like a piglet.
Hey, don't mention it, it tastes really good.
Although his family can't afford sorghum rice now, the taste of sorghum rice is far inferior to this round little thing.
"What's this called?" Mr. Zheng smacked his lips, having endless aftertaste of that little potato.
"Potatoes." Ruan Xiangxiang said with a smile: "Looking at Boss Zheng, does he agree that I can use these potatoes to settle the bill?"
"I agree, but I see that this potato of yours is very watery. Our sorghum rice needs to be dried, so either you dry this potato and pay me the bill, or we have to add two to one to make five."
, five pounds of potatoes count as one pound.”
"Boss Zheng, this is not how business works." Ruan Xiangxiang said: "My potatoes are originally a different food variety from sorghum. They don't need to be dried at all, because the water in potatoes is actually what our bodies need.
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Just like water must be added to boil sorghum rice, but my potatoes can be roasted directly in the fire and eaten. Even if no water is added at all, it will not feel dry.
This is most suitable in the current situation of severe droughts, and it is much better than sorghum, wheat, and rice."
"Although what you say makes sense, how can water be compared with food?" Mr. Zheng argued.
"Of course, in this season, clean water is hard to buy, and it certainly cannot be replaced by food," Ruan Xiangxiang retorted.
"..." Boss Zheng was speechless for a moment.
Chu Zichen looked at Ruan Xiangxiang, his eyes lit up slightly.