A while later, with Yangyang becoming like a deterrent to the old man from acting out, Liu Tianfeng sat back down and calmly pulled out a fistful of supreme-grade spirit stones for the noodles they had eaten.
Lin Mo accepted it like any experienced merchant before revealing its price: 2 low-grade spirit stones each.
Hearing how cheap it was, the old man and his son were wide-eyed. They looked at each other and communicated internally.
"Shopkeeper Lin, you jest with such prices. Two low-grade spirit stones for a dish that rivals elixirs?" Liu Tianfeng's voice carried a newfound humility as he eyed the glistening soup remaining from his bowl.
"It is true. You can check it on its shelf. The price is listed there." Lin Mo pointed at the dedicated shelf for instant noodles.
With his enhanced vision, the old man caught it right away. He unconsciously gulped down, imagining his day starting with a good bowl of Taihao Spicy Ramen.
