After Lin Xiang did the math, even if they sold a hundred or so bowls every day, they would only make one or two yuan a day.
Plus, according to Lin Xiang, Lin Wu and Chunya helped out, so they should be paid wages too. Does that mean after a hard day's work, they only earn a little over one yuan?
"So you're all this busy every day, and you only make this much money. That's hardly impressive. I thought your family was making a fortune."
Lin Xiang heard the jealousy almost overflowing and retorted unceremoniously, "It's really not much, maybe less than thirty yuan a month. It's tiring, sure, but at least there's some income, so I don't have to borrow fifty cents just to make ends meet."
Aunt Wu's face turned red with anger, "Girl, are you calling me out?"
