"No, no, I bought it."
The stall owner didn't want to hide anything, but the person across from him looked like someone he couldn't afford to provoke, so it was better to be honest.
Bought it?
Fu Yunhe's heart raced faster, and he continued to ask, "Could you please tell me where you bought it?"
"Huh? Sure, why not."
The vendor pulled out a fried chicken rack, placed it on the board, quickly sliced it, and asked, "What flavor would you like? Spicy or non-spicy?"
"Spicy."
Fu Yunhe kept his eyes on the vendor as he started mixing the chicken rack, saying, "I bought it from my cousin, who said it might have come from the Boundless Cliff area."
"Is that enough?"
"Not enough."
The vendor looked at the chili in his hand. This wasn't enough; it seemed the person could handle a lot of spice.
With a huff, he poured in a lot more, then packed it into a paper bag and handed it to Fu Yunhe.
"Here you go, five low-grade crystal stones."
