Isolation Living Room.
Seeing her mother's actions, an evil thought immediately popped into Chen Siyu's mind, only for her to quickly snuff it out.
"Mom, we'll do it ourselves!"
Chen Siyu held the line.
Meanwhile.
Night fell. River Dam Road was brightly lit, packed with Snack Stalls, and as lively as ever.
Jiang Ning had already packed up his stall. He drove the Three-Wheeler slowly along a dirt path between the fields, while Tongtong and Chuchu walked beneath the night sky.
Tongtong calculated the accounts. "One hundred jin of Grass Carp, after deducting the loss from cleaning the fish and the amount I deliberately shorted people, sold a total of sixty-two large portions. Revenue was 1,860 yuan. Subtract 300 yuan for the fish, 280 yuan for five buckets of oil, and the packaging costs, and we made 1,230 yuan in total!"
"Wow! Jiang Ning, we're rich!" Xue Yuantong was thrilled. That was over a thousand yuan!
Xue Chuchu murmured beside her, "There's also the jin of fried fish I gave to my old classmate."
Jiang Ning said blandly, "It's fine."
Xue Chuchu insisted, "No, it isn't."
Jiang Ning said, "Oh? Since you insist on keeping score, then you can owe me for now."
Xue Chuchu thought that what she owed him was only growing.
But debts always had to be repaid.
Xue Yuantong was immersed in dreams of getting rich, imagining the future. "If we make a thousand yuan a day, it's still uncertain who'll be calling the shots in this household!"
Jiang Ning glanced sideways at her.
When Xue Yuantong noticed, she said boldly, "What are you looking at?"
Jiang Ning said nothing.
Watching this, Xue Chuchu felt that Tongtong had revealed her ambitions far too early. This was bad.
Jiang Ning continued riding. When he noticed a message,