As for the soup dumplings, they hadn't opened for business yet.
The sun was already high in the sky. By Lian Manman's past life's clock, it was about nine in the morning. The large flow of people coming for breakfast had passed, and only a few sparse customers remained in the shop. In a little while, their shop would also be closing.
Lian Manman sighed.
"Sighing for what," Lady Zhang came over carrying two empty bowls, "are you unhappy with the little money we made? It's much better than I expected. I barely slept last night, worried we wouldn't sell anything today."
Lady Zhang's steps and voice were both cheerful; she was satisfied with today's earnings.
"Your mother's right, these things take time," Lian Shouxin also came over and said, "Tomorrow is sure to be better than today."
