I'm worried that the pastries won't sell. Even if I sell half and have half left, I'll still lose money on materials and labor.
Since it's a pastry, it certainly won't sell as well as ordinary daily necessities like rice and flour. This stuff is expensive and doesn't fill you up.
In Shuanglong County in the 1990s, where people could barely make ends meet, pastries were never something ordinary people could afford to buy or eat.
With An Wan's comforting words, Yunping's tension lessened. "Okay, Mom will listen to you. I'll give you lots of money when I get home."
"Hehehe." An Wan's eyes narrowed into slits with joy at the thought of making money.
Watching Yunping's departing figure, An Wan turned around and went to find Grandpa He.
I was thinking of getting some money out of him.
No, that's not right! It's about having him partner with me to open a pastry shop.
He provided the money, she provided the technology.
Guaranteed to make a fortune.
Win-win!
Perfect!
But I can't say it so bluntly.
"Grandpa He, my mom went to the county to sell pastries. Do you think she'll be able to sell them all?"
An Wan stood behind Grandpa He and massaged his shoulders.
"Don't worry, little one, with your excellent skills, the pastries will definitely sell out." Grandpa He waved his fan, noticing her unsolicited attempt to curry favor.
"Grandpa He, I'm worried about Mom going to the county. If only we could open a pastry shop, Mom wouldn't have to ride the motorcycle every day. I'm really afraid that motorcycle will fall apart."
An Wan pouted and frowned, looking unhappy as she walked to Grandpa He's side, staring at his wrinkled face with a mournful expression.
Although Lu Jingming has made money from selling paintings these past few days, he could still open a small pastry shop with it, as shop rents aren't too expensive right now.
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