For a moment, Shen Weimin was stumped by Xu Changqing's comment. Anyone could have said that, but coming from her, it just sounded off.
"What? Was I wrong?"
"Not at all. You're absolutely right. Want to braise an egg without any spices? You only make a cent or two per egg—of course money is hard to earn." Shen Weimin chuckled and shook his head.
'Just eat your food.'
'She must be joking!'
Thinking about all the small stalls she had seen, and since they were having a casual dinner in the dining room, Xu Changqing picked up some vegetables with her chopsticks, placed them in his bowl, and brought something up.
She had promised her cousin, Bai Xiaoyu, that she'd check on the current situation and tell her whether it was a good idea to set up a stall and sell things near the factory where Wang Dali worked, on the outskirts of the county town.
