After collecting payment from the last customer, Niu Ahong breathed a sigh of relief.
Pack up the stall and go home to count your money.
An Wan stretched her back; she was so tired she could barely stand up straight.
The three large platters of pastries, totaling about 360 pieces, sold out in just one hour.
I'm so lucky.
I'm just too tired.
She's been doing toothpick and fork pastry work for 360 times. How could she not be tired?
"You must be exhausted! Come on, take a ride on the motorcycle and rest for a while." Niu Ahong saw An Wan rubbing her lower back and knew she was very tired.
That's true. How could a little kid not get tired after standing for an hour?
She also inserted the pastries hundreds of times; that single action would keep an adult busy, let alone a five-year-old.
An Wan didn't refuse and obediently sat on the motorcycle to rest; she was really exhausted.
At that moment, she thought to herself that business was so good today, she should double the amount of pastries she made tomorrow.
But then she'll be even more tired.
It's a contradictory kind of happiness.
I earned seventy-two today. After deducting the cost of ingredients and firewood for making the pastries, I only have about fifty left.
If I work twice as much tomorrow, I can earn a hundred.
It's still quite appealing to think about.
Where can you find a job that pays 100 yuan a day these days?
"Wanwan, are you thirsty? I'll go buy you some soda." Niu Ahong felt heartbroken seeing Anwan's dry lips.
"Aunt Hong, can you buy seven or eight bottles? I want my mom, brother, and Qianqian to have some too."
Just thinking about the bright yellow, fizzy soda made An Wan's mouth water.
Niu Ahong was overjoyed when she heard this.
Wanwan is such a thoughtful and filial child.
"Okay, I'll go with you to buy them. We'll put the soda in the box; it shouldn't leak."
Niu Ahong rode her motorcycle to a nearby convenience store, removed the key, and parked the motorcycle.
An Wan climbed off the bus by herself and went into the convenience store first.
She carefully examined the goods sold on the shelves, trying to see if the popular snacks resembled those from her previous life in Country Z.
Also, see if there are any snacks you like to eat.
This is called gathering information and conducting market research.
Maybe we can start a snack business in the future, because it's the most profitable, and kids' money is the easiest to earn.
It's not that she likes to eat.
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