Chapter 1265

The elderly woman in the wheelchair spoke up. "Young man, your ginger looks good. How much is it?" "Three dollars," Matthew replied calmly. After seeing how his assassins had protected the previous elderly customer by taking out Dan before he could strike, he felt more confident in their abilities. "Three dollars?" the elderly woman turned to her husband. "That's a bargain. Let's get two pounds—we can pickle some ginger slices at home." Matthew's eyes focused on the woman's legs as the old man bent down to select the ginger. He asked, "You used to live up north, didn't you?" The woman smiled in surprise. "How did you know?" "The coal heating in those homes was intense—you had to keep going outside to cool off, right?" Matthew continued. "Yes, but... how could you possibly know that?" she asked, intrigued. Matthew smiled warmly. "Ma'am, I have a treatment that might help. Since it's summer, crush some fresh ginger and soak it in alcohol for ten minutes. "Then, wrap it in cotto