It was already the fifth day of setting up the stall, and dusk had fallen again. Zhuangzhuang sat on the side rail of the tricycle.
She seemed to have gotten used to her life now.
Every morning, she helped Wang Yan thread the meat onto skewers, then went to class for training. At noon, Wang Yan treated everyone to lunch. In the afternoon, she followed him to the stall to help out. After they packed up, he took her to get something to eat, then pedaled her around the streets before they unhurriedly returned to Winter Turns to Spring.
The past few days had been full and busy. It felt as if time had stretched out, and yet as if it had been compressed. Zhuangzhuang often thought she had only been in the capital for seven days, but then wondered, It's already been seven days? She had only known Wang Yan for seven days, and yet again she wondered, It's already been seven days?
"We've prepared seven hundred skewers today, Brother Yan. If you keep this up for another week, you'll be able to open a shop." Zhuangzhuang calculated how much Wang Yan had made over the past few days and painted a rosy picture of his future.
In fact, he could already open a shop. He averaged five hundred yuan a day, and even after splitting that in half for costs, he'd already made more than a thousand yuan. In a week, his net profit was equivalent to two months' wages for an ordinary worker.
Wang Yan said, "I'll look around over the next couple of days and see if there's a suitable shop. I'll also look for some equipment."
"You're really going to open one?" Zhuangzhuang suddenly found it hard to believe.
"Of course. It just might not