Because she had to take care of her daughter and had no education, Song Xia couldn't find a proper job, so she used to support herself, her daughter, and the Jiang family by setting up a stall.

Every morning, I sell breakfast items like tea eggs, fried dough sticks, grilled sausages, and soy milk at the school gate. After selling them, I come back to prepare what to sell the next day. In the afternoon, I blow up balloons and make handmade lanterns. In the evening, I take my daughter to sell them at the entrance of a shopping mall or in a park.

Because she was hardworking and her prices weren't high, her business was pretty good. But even if this kind of business was good, she didn't earn much. She had to find a way to do other kinds of profitable business.

The happiest time for Jiang Wenwen was when she accompanied her to set up her stall every night. She would shout out her wares with great enthusiasm and not shy at all when promoting her products to other children.

"Auntie, buy one for your little brother! Our lanterns are the most beautiful in the whole park." She opened her big eyes and spoke in a clear, crisp voice. At this moment, she was not yet pale and sallow because she had deliberately cut back on food due to Song Xia's illness. On the contrary, she was fair-skinned, chubby, and especially cute.

It must be said that although the Cheng family couple were not very good people, they did give Wenwen a beautiful face.

That's why, after Wenwen gradually became fairer and prettier in the Cheng family, the two men had the idea of ​​sending Wenwen to the bed of a big shot.

The young mother, holding her son's hand, jokingly teased Wenwen, "Is your house really the prettiest? What if Auntie comes across an even prettier one later?"

After thinking about it carefully, Wenwen replied, "Among those in the same price range, mine is definitely the prettiest."

"You even know about the same price range," the young mother praised her. "That's great! Auntie, why don't you buy one? How much is it?"

"Ten yuan, Auntie, you can just scan this area. Little brother, here's a lantern for you."

The little boy, who looked only two or three years old, was already very polite: "Thank you, sister."

"You're welcome. It's you who should be thanking you and your mom for buying my lantern. You can come back to buy balloons from me next time!"

The young mother found it amusing that her son kept staring at the little girl, but the little girl was indeed very clever and pretty, and at such a young age she was already helping out at home.

Wenwen ran happily to Song Xia: "Mom, how did I do?"

"Very good." Song Xia wiped her sweat. "Don't tire yourself out. You can sell them slowly."

"But I want to do more for my mother."

"Mommy's Wenwen is so good. Mommy will definitely earn lots and lots of money in the future so that our Wenwen can spend it as much as she wants."

Wenwen giggled: "When I grow up, I'll earn lots and lots of money so that Mom can live in a big house."

"Come on, we're not selling today. Mom will take you to eat something delicious."

"But we haven't sold out yet!" Wenwen was still a little reluctant.

"Wenwen, Mom will teach you a lesson today: don't set tasks for yourself. Just do whatever makes you happy. Right now, all you need to think about is what to eat later."

"Um... Mom, can we have some barbecue?"

"Of course, let's go. Speaking of which, you earned most of today's money, so this meal is on you treating Mom."

Wenwen smiled shyly, "I'll treat Mom to a meal every day from now on."

The mother and daughter arrived near the mall. Looking at the little money they had, Song Xia ordered a group-buying package.

This barbecue restaurant is self-service, with plenty of free snacks and fruits. Wenwen had never eaten like this before, and her eyes were dazzled by the sights. She was so flustered that she didn't know what to do.

Song Xia was very natural, and even left the balloons and lanterns she was holding at the front desk. However, she was still glad that the store was located outside the mall, otherwise these things probably wouldn't have been able to get into the mall.

"Have some fruit first, and Mom will grill some for you." Song Xia was so skilled at grilling meat that it seemed to be ingrained in her bones; she could always pick it out at the perfect moment. However, she felt that the sauce could be improved.

Suddenly she knew what she could do to make money. With minimal costs, what could be easier than barbecuing? As long as it tasted good, even if the price was a bit high, people would flock to it.

The only problem is that she can only set up the barbecue at night, so what about Wenwen's sleep time?

She definitely wouldn't feel comfortable leaving Wenwen alone at home. Jiang Hui and Jiang Chuande are both scumbags who only care about their own goods. If they don't have money, they might even take their frustrations out on Wenwen.

How about applying for a job at a barbecue restaurant first? Barbecue restaurants should have dormitories, right? If the boss recognizes her skills, they should be willing to pay her even if she asks for a higher salary.

"Mommy, it's so delicious!" Wenwen puffed out her cheeks, her little mouth greasy as she ate.

Actually, she had just finished dinner before setting up her stall, so she wasn't very hungry. But the environment here was nice, and the barbecue was delicious, so Wenwen ate quite a bit without realizing it.

"Even if it's delicious, don't overeat. Mom will take you out to eat again when there's another chance."

"Yes, Mom, you eat too."

The mother and daughter were enjoying their meal when the waiter told them that a little boy had taken a liking to her balloon and asked if she would sell it.

"Of course I'll sell them, ten yuan each."

"Only ten yuan? I'll have one too." The couple at the next table said, "I saw it as soon as I came in. I thought it was just a decoration."

"Let's have two more at our table too." They must be a pair of best friends, exchanging gifts.

After these first few customers, several others in the shop said they wanted to buy some. Song Xia was both amused and exasperated. She came to eat barbecue, and all the balloons that she hadn't sold at the stall were actually sold out.

"Thank you for your support, but it would be best if you finished eating before picking up your food at the front desk. Otherwise, if you take one side of the grilled meat now, there might be a risk of it exploding."

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