After tending to her son, Yang PeiMin finally sat down to eat.
Yang Peiying had set aside her meal to keep it warm; now she brought it out for her to eat alone, since the others had already eaten. They were discussing the day's stall sales.
While eating, Yang PeiMin listened to their conversation. Shen Yixiang had helped Yang Peiying count all the money first. They had made 90 servings (including the cost of meals), averaging 50 cents each, resulting in 50 yuan and 20 cents. Then, Shen Yixiang took out the abacus and books and rattled off a series of calculations. Everyone watched as she muttered to herself and went through the numbers again. Finally, she smacked her lips and called out, "Yingzi, you made 8 yuan and 54 cents today!"
Yang Peiying was taken aback, seemingly unable to believe it, "Yixiang, sister, did you miscalculate?"
"I've calculated it twice. Yingzi, at this rate, your monthly earnings could be six times what I make..."
