Yu Xiaolian read the pricing on the sheet to Madam Sun, who was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth, calling it sky-high.
"A cream roll for two taels of silver?"
She didn't understand the world of the wealthy.
Yu Xiaolian nodded, "Yes, but we only get half, one tael."
"One tael is not a small amount. If we deliver ten cream rolls to Mingxiang Pavilion every day, that's ten taels of income. Plus the snow skin cakes and waffles, and... Lian'er, quickly help your mother calculate how much we can earn in a day?"
Yu Xiaolian calmed down the excited Madam Sun, "Mother, calm down. The days of making big money are yet to come. Do you know who the owner of Mingxiang Pavilion is?"
"Who? Could it be someone we know?"
"Of course we know. He's the young doctor, Zheng Yuanfeng. My brother told me in a dream that Zheng Yuanfeng will become the richest man in our Great Liang Country. If we follow him, how could we possibly do poorly?"
