Pasta thought that Lulunaka would not come back until it was dark, and she might even disappear for the whole day.
But after noon, when the sun was still shining, Lulunaka appeared in front of the door.
At this time, Pasta was sitting at the counter, with a tea set on the counter. He was having a leisurely time.
"You came back so early."
Pasta said to Lulunaka, "I thought I didn't need to prepare your dinner tonight."
"If you do that, I will be angry."
Lulunaka walked in and stretched, as if to release her fatigue. "Only Julius's dinner doesn't need to be prepared … If you want, you can give Julius's dinner to Ward."
"That's too wasteful," Pasta said, "Doesn't that dog eat everything?"
"Eating everything means that the regular maintenance I give it will become a very disgusting thing every time."
Lulunaka sighed, "You probably don't know … You will know when you ask about the smell."
"Please allow me to refuse," Pasta said, "That's your dog, not mine.
By the way, why did you come back so early? "
"Do you really want to know?" Lulunaka laughed.
Pasta held the teacup in his hand and took a sip of the hot tea, "I'm not curious, but I don't want to delve into what you did outside. I don't want to get myself into trouble."
"Since you are curious about what my niece did outside, it doesn't matter if I report it to my uncle."
Lulunaka said this, walked to the edge of the exhibition table, and lowered her head to look at the goods she had arranged on it, "I didn't plan to come back so early today, but there was an accident that disrupted my plan.
I have nothing to do for the time being, so I had to come back early. "
"That's surprising. Your plan can be disrupted sometimes," Pasta said.
"I am not an omniscient and omnipotent God. How can everything go according to plan?
Furthermore, even a god wouldn't be this powerful. "
"You speak as if you've seen God with your own eyes."
Lulunaka raised her head and pondered. "Did I see him or not? Maybe I ate some strange plant and had the illusion of meeting God."
Pasta shook his head at Lulunaka's words.
Most of the time, Lulunaka liked to talk nonsense. Her words just now sounded like it belonged to this category.
"Speaking of today's matter, although the plan has changed, it's not like we didn't gain anything."
A smile appeared on Lulunaka's face. This made her look very happy, and anyone could easily see it.
"I met an interesting person. If we meet again in the future, I hope we can have a chance to talk more."
"Someone you know?"
"This is the first time we've met, so I don't know him.
But whether he knows me or not, that's hard to say. "
Lulunaka said, "Actually, there's something I haven't told you. One of the reasons why I ran to a place like the Forest of the Dead to live in seclusion is that there are quite a lot of people who know me. But for me, I don't necessarily know those who might know who I am.
This is probably the feeling of being a celebrity … "
"That's a strange statement," Pasta said.
"Is it very strange?"
Lulunaka laughed. She had been looking at the exhibition table and found that a few things were not in their original positions.
"Uncle, did someone patronize our shop?"
"Yes." Pasta replied, "It was almost noon."
"I didn't expect that." Lulunaka said.
"You didn't expect that someone would really come to buy things?"
Lulunaka shook her head and turned to look at Pasta, "I didn't expect that someone would actually buy that spinning top."
"You said that since it's something placed outside, then everyone has the right to get it.
That spinning top is no exception. "
"I said something similar, but I didn't expect that someone would come to buy things so soon …" Lulunaka touched her chin and looked pensive, "I remember you also said that this kind of dangerous thing is not suitable to be placed outside as a commodity to be sold."
"That's just my opinion, but the owner is you. Since you want to sell these so-called commodities, then I can only do as you say."
Pasta said, "But at least I won't really sell that kind of thing to children and civilians … I'm not that perverted and cruel."
"Is that so …" Lulunaka didn't seem to be thinking about Pasta. It was unknown what she was thinking about, so she looked absent-minded. After a while, she asked Pasta, "The person who bought my things, was it an old man?"
"It was two young men."
Pasta replied, "One bargained with me, and the other chatted here for a while … Both of them chose a few commodities and bought them."
Speaking of this, Pasta looked at Lulunaka, "Why do you think it was an old man who came to the door?
When I was away, did something happen that I need to pay attention to? "
"It's not a big deal. Since it's not an old man, it's fine if it's a young man." Lulunaka smiled at Pasta, "Anyway, it doesn't matter who I sell it to.
By the way, how much did you sell it for? "
Pasta took out a money bag from under the counter and put it on the counter.
Lulunaka walked over, picked up the money bag, and weighed it in her hand, "It's quite heavy."
Then, she turned the pouch upside down. From the opening of the pouch that was not tied tightly, a silver snake poured down from the air, mixed with some golden threads.
When the money bag was empty, there was a small pile of silver coins on the counter, and there were a few gold coins in it.
Lulunaka let out a rather emotional cry, "Oh … Does this count as a good harvest?"
Lulunaka stretched out her fingers, pinched a few silver coins in her hand, and then let go, letting the silver coins fall back to their original position.
There were good and bad silver coins, some were worn out and lost their luster, and some were shiny as if they had just left the mint.
As for the few gold coins, without exception, they were all of inferior quality.
"I'm not very sensitive to things like money, and I don't really know how much value this bag of money has.
Pasta, you've lived in the King's Castle for a while, right? You should know more about it than me. "
"I only know that you're a person who spends money like water."
Pasta said, "The most valuable gold coins have already been spent by you, just to buy this place. There are even rumors that this place is haunted. Now you're starting to care about money?"
"There's a good saying, the rich don't feel anything when they spend money, but the poor will be very concerned about a few copper coins when they earn money … I think that's the reason."
Pasta ignored Lulunaka's words as a joke.
"Stop joking." Lulunaka said, "How much was that spinning top sold for?"
"Forty silver coins."
After Lulunaka heard Pasta's answer, she frowned slightly, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and looked troubled. Finally, her eyebrows relaxed, her hands spread out, and she shrugged, "Forget it, anyway, the materials were all obtained by myself, and I didn't spend a single cent, so I've earned some money.
Just treat it as a store promotion, who doesn't lose money when they just open a store? "
"This is the suggestion you gave me before you left, just set the price according to my price." Pasta said.
"So I don't have any problem with you, Uncle Store Manager."
Lulunaka said, and turned to the door of the inner hall, "Since I've sold a few goods, I'll have to buy a few more.
When it's time for dinner, just call me. "
After Lulunaka left, Pasta replied, "Okay, niece."