Zhuangzhuang had wanted to help Wang Yan clean up, but Wang Yan refused and told her to hurry up, wash up, and rest so she could face an even tougher day of street vending tomorrow.
Seeing how serious and resolute Wang Yan was, Zhuangzhuang did not insist and obediently went back.
Wang Yan alone remained in the courtyard, washing all sorts of equipment by the faint light of the sky and the glow spilling from the basement's half-window.
Part of the hardship of running a stall lay in this.
When they were open for business, they always ended up getting grease everywhere in order to serve food faster. If it was not washed for a day, dust would settle on it; after a few more days, it would be covered in black grime. The various condiment bowls were the same, always coated with dark, filthy residue.
But washing everything every day took quite a bit of time. They were already exhausted, and having to clean up afterward was even more miserable. So, stall owners were usually diligent at the beginning, but as time passed, their carts gradually all became little dirty carts.
Wang Yan naturally would not slack off in this regard. The key was that he was not tired, and he was willing to get things done. Ever since his benefactor had favored him, he had never been lazy again. Though he was always relaxed and at ease, that was not the same as laziness.
After busying himself for a while and finishing the cleanup, Wang Yan finally went down to the basement and returned to his room.
The lights were still on inside. Xu Shengli was writing a script, Cao Ye was drawing in a burst of inspiration, while Guo Zongbao and Tao Liangliang were drinking and eating