Remembering the price war at the butcher stall in the south of town, Lin Changyou asked, "Xiangyang, how's business at the stall?"
Li Xiangyang gestured to Lin Lan. "Little Lan had us put a cutting board on the stall to help customers mince meat and chop ribs. We've also started cleaning the pig trotters with rosin before selling them. Thanks to that, we haven't lost many of our regular customers."
"After expenses, we can still make six or seven yuan a day. Don't worry. If I can't sell fresh pork, I can still make and sell ham and cured meat."
Lin Changyou smiled and nodded. "Let them stir up trouble. We'll just focus on our own sales. Tell Zhigang not to get emotional and pick a fight."
"Understood." Li Xiangyang poured a glass of wine for Lin Changyou, Lin Guozhu, and Zhou Shitou. "Dad, Big Brother, Cousin, let me toast you all."
Lin Changyou raised his glass. "Good. You two live your lives well. If Little Lan throws a tantrum, you tell me, and I'll deal with her."
