Lin Xiang deliberately spoke loudly enough for the nearby vendors to hear clearly.
She wasn't exactly lying. Although the costs she described to Mr. Niu were exaggerated, making rice noodles at one cent a bowl while offering a bowl of porridge meant she barely made six cents profit.
This didn't account for the sixty cents she paid the person selling Double Happiness cigarettes or the one-dollar protection fee. If everything was considered, she only made four cents per bowl.
Mr. Niu actually believed Lin Xiang's words. If doing small business was so profitable, everyone might as well abandon their steady jobs and set up stalls instead.
"The strainer I use at home is boiled in hot water, it's very clean, you can use it directly."
"Uncle, thank you so much! Without the strainer, I'd have to cook the noodles in a pot, and it's a huge hassle to fish them out. With this strainer, I can save a lot of trouble."
