Ms. Qian snapped, "Thirty Copper Coins for a single bun? You might as well just eat me instead."
Normally, a bun only cost three to five Copper Coins.
But Bao'er didn't care. If he wanted something, he had to have it. He threw himself on the ground and started rolling around. "I want a meat bun! I want a meat bun—"
Annoyed by the racket, Gu Zhong took out thirty Copper Coins and gave them to Xing'er. "Go on, go buy your little brother a bun."
Xing'er clutched the Copper Coins and walked up to the man. He grinned as he lifted the lid of the steamer, revealing rows of plump, white meat buns.
They were made with white flour!
The sight tempted many onlookers. In a year of famine like this, thirty Copper Coins for a white-flour bun wasn't actually that expensive.
