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Xiao Ruo understood his intention, "Brother Fu, you're indirectly bringing me business. That money was originally yours, I can't take it!"
"Does it make a difference whether you earn it or I do?" he countered.
Until now, Yuan Xiao and Yuan Bao had been the ones cooking for the students in the martial arts school, and Yuan Bao was constantly complaining, even clamoring for him to hire a kitchen maid. After much consideration, he thought it would be better to have the young girl prepare lunchboxes for the kids.
Xiao Ruo gazed at him with her clear, large eyes for a few seconds, thought it over, then suddenly smiled, "Of course, there's no difference. Brother Fu, first tell me how much you charge each student for meals and the average cost per meal, so I can try to make them delicious and nutritionally balanced lunchboxes while remaining within a profitable margin."
