She nodded, pulling out the last of the bundle. "Five thousand. And with the tips from the office workers and Mr. Lu's brother that came in last week—"
she rummaged through the smaller envelope she'd kept aside "—another two thousand."
Cheongsam let out a long, low whistle. "That's seven thousand yuan."
He leaned back, rubbing his neck. "Seven thousand. That's… is it even possible to earn such amounts.."
-_-
But wait, did she say Mr. Lu's brother?!
Mianmian was quiet for a moment, staring at the money in disbelief. "She must've added extra after the banquet. Or maybe it was from all the guests who tipped me?."
Cheongsam grinned, flopping onto the couch with a satisfied sigh. "We need to frame this moment. The day we went from barely affording groceries to holding seven grand."
Mianmian chuckled, but her eyes were thoughtful. She placed the money back into the envelope carefully.
"We need to be smart with this. Rent, savings…and maybe…" she trailed off.
