Gu Xia wasn't a saint, but she understood one thing.
Helping others helped herself, and since the vendor gave her a discount so amicably, she wouldn't let him stay cold either.
"Can you really eat that much?" The vendor, a charitable man, was still worried that Gu Xia might not be able to finish her purchase.
"I have a big fridge at home, and my husband and I can finish it in three days...haha, just give it all to me."
Saying this, Gu Xia handed a Hundred-Yuan Banknote to the vendor.
The vendor carefully took it, then gave Gu Xia 80 yuan change.
Gu Xia knew that he had sold everything to her at 2.5 yuan per unit.
Gu Xia really wanted to give the vendor more change, but she knew she shouldn't.
She had to respect the fruits of the vendor's labor. You could trade, but you couldn't give charity.
That was an elderly person's last dignity...
Carrying eight candied hawthorns, Gu Xia skipped back to where Yu Hu was.
"Here, take these, six for you and two for me."
