"Young Master, today's breakfast is ready. It cost a total of twelve taels and six mace of silver. A Blood Nourishing Pill has been dissolved into the soup, supplemented with Qingtang Flower, perilla root..."
Qingdai's voice, melodious as an oriole's, rang in Zheng Jun's ears.
Hearing this, Zheng Jun slowly withdrew from his meditative state. He stared blankly at the steaming bowl of shredded meat noodles Qingdai had brought him. He thought, "Over twelve taels for a single bowl of noodles?"
Zheng Jun's mouth twitched slightly, but he still feigned an attitude of treating money like dirt. "Just set it down," he said calmly. "There's no need to report the prices to me in the future."
"Yes, sir." Qingdai respectfully set down the bowl of noodles and skillfully retreated, no longer disturbing him.
Zheng Jun fully opened his eyes and began to meticulously savor the noodle soup. He wouldn't spare a single drop of broth. After all, this was all silver.
