"Goblin, how is this soy milk sold? Is it expensive?"
Darius didn't mind that the other party didn't call his name but directly called out his race's name with disdain; he was used to it.
He placed the plate holding two steaming hot buns in front of Robert and answered with a respectful attitude: "Esteemed customer, the soy milk is very affordably priced; one copper coin for a full bowl."
"So cheap?" Robert was slightly surprised, his eyes widening. This price was roughly the same as the lowest quality ale sold in shabby taverns, and that sour ale had quite a bit of plain water mixed in. In terms of flavor and nutritional value, how could it compare to this delicious soy milk?
The final dish was soybean dregs stir-fried over high heat with sea monster fat, mixed with chopped fresh beet leaves.
