"Don't tell Mom about me giving you money, at least not yet."
Just after Lin Yun had been briefed, Mrs. Lin came in, her eyes lighting up at the heap of cash on the table, "Looks like we made quite a bit of money today, huh? Is there a dollar?"
"Almost." Lin Xiang calculated the costs for Mrs. Lin again, "Today's net profit is one dollar and twenty cents, I'll keep eighty cents and give you the remaining thirty cents."
Mrs. Lin smacked her lips, "Selling fifty bowls of noodles could make one dollar twenty? If business is this good every day, wouldn't we earn thirty-six dollars a month? That's comparable to the salary of a first-class female worker at the cotton spinning factory."
"We can't set up the stall every day, and besides, it's business, it has good days and bad days, can't plan too optimistically."
Mrs. Lin didn't pay any heed to Lin Xiang's explanation, focused intently on counting the family's earnings with her fingers.
