Qin Jinlian stirring up trouble was something Shen Mingzhu had anticipated, but what she hadn't expected was the unsightly manner in which Qin Jinlian and the Yang Family members behaved—simply revolting to the extreme.
"Since they want the skill of making egg cakes so badly, just give it to them."
Du Juan nodded in agreement, but deep down she felt somewhat aggrieved and reluctant.
"Actually, on the way here I was thinking about it, too. With Mom's temperament, she wouldn't give up until she taught the skill to Xiangnan. Fortunately, in these past months, Chaobei and I have been working hard and have saved some money. In the worst case, we'll just earn a bit less."
At this, Shen Mingzhu couldn't help but be curious about how much the couple had earned in the past two months.
"We haven't set up stall these past few days, but the last time we did the accounts, in total it was three hundred and twenty-four yuan and eighty cents."
"That much?"
