The customer is a woman. These days, women are becoming more and more popular, just like peach blossom buns were popular among women a while ago. I guess she doesn't need a very good knife because she's pretty. A woman is so beautiful that she is already a knife.
So I randomly found two knives left by my master and planned to melt them down and recast them, just in time to save some iron money.
"One hundred thousand taels. Give me the best knife here." She said.
"The better the knife, the longer it will take. Can you wait?" I said. In fact, I lied to her. A good knife only requires a good mood.
"I have nothing but time," she said.
This is a bit like me.
Then I suddenly felt a little moody. But I didn't want to cast the knife too quickly.
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