Thinking of the vegetables, Hu Kaicheng put down his chopsticks and looked eagerly at Qi Quanjin.
Qi Quanjin paused in his movement to pick up vegetables and quickly put down his chopsticks, "Sir, do you feel something is not right?"
Hu Kaicheng waved his hand, pointed to the vegetables on the table, and asked, "How much of this fresh vegetable does your family grow in the winter?"
"Well..."
Qi Quanjin hadn't expected the other party to bring this up, and for a moment didn't know how to answer.
They grew quite a bit, but he couldn't say that!
Fortunately, Hu Kaicheng didn't really want to know exactly how much, and continued, "I wonder if these vegetables from your family are for sale to outsiders? If they are, how much do they cost?"
Without waiting for Qi Quanjin to answer, Hu Kaicheng added, "My elderly mother is frail and always likes light food."
