"Good morning, Zhou Li."
Baozi sat down next to Brother Nan with a bowl of millet porridge, adorned with a few pickled radishes—it was her standard these days. But the egg in her hand wasn't there a couple of days ago.
She tapped the egg on the table.
"Morning."
Zhou Li glanced at her and asked, "How many postcards did you sell last night?"
"Sixteen."
"How much did you clear?"
"Twenty Cents each."
"That's not bad."
No wonder she dared to add an egg to her breakfast.
She'd cleared nearly thirty yuan. Considering Baozi's usual expenses—millet porridge and free kimchi in the morning, and usually one meal of rice noodles costing two yuan and twenty cents and one meal of vegetarian dishes as Brother Nan had described—her food cost roughly seven or eight yuan a day. She could eat for three or four days with that.
