Chunhua's heart was sour, but of course, Cheng Su had no idea. These past few days, she had been busy with the opening of her small restaurant, coming home late and leaving early, and was tired enough already. Even if she did know what others were thinking, she simply didn't have the "international time" to care about it.
She had plenty of matters to attend to, and she was not the type to be petty.
After taking a bath, Cheng Su took out some paper and a pen, along with the money she had left from the past few days, laying it all out.
She needed to calculate the cost of running the restaurant and see how much money was left, to see if she could make it to the opening day. It was essential to have a figure in mind; otherwise, it would be a joke if the money ran out right when the opening day arrived and there was no cash left even to buy ingredients.
