The holidays, when everyone else rested, were precisely when businesspeople were busiest.
After finishing work that evening, Li Wanyin cooked her sweet soup and set up her stall at eight as usual.
Expecting larger holiday crowds, she had prepared a little more sweet soup than usual that evening.
She had been running her stall for twelve consecutive days now. Compared with when she first started, Li Wanyin was already an old hand. From preparing ingredients to setting up the stall, serving customers, packing orders, and taking payments, she moved as deftly as if she had been doing this for two and a half years.
With her youth, good looks, warm service, and support from Chen Shi'an's fans, she now had a relatively steady stream of customers.
She could sell out of almost all the sweet soup she prepared each day, bringing in over two hundred yuan-more than she earned from her regular job.
Li Wanyin was packing sweet soup for a customer when a familiar voice sounded behind her-
"Sister Wanyin."
"Oh! Shi'an, and Meng Qiu! What brings you here? Weren't you having dinner at home?"
Normally, Chen Shi'an had evening study sessions, and Li Wanyin had to run her stall until around ten before she could see him.
It was only nine now. She had barely been here an hour.
"Sister Wanyin," Lin Meng Qiu greeted her politely too.
"Yeah, it's already nine. After dinner, I asked the class monitor to come down for a walk. Did you set up at eight as usual, Sister Wanyin?"
"Mm-hmm. Want some sweet soup, Shi'an?"
"I'm good. I'm not hungry. I'll have some later."
"All right. Your fans probably weren't expecting you this early today."
Having just heard Chen Shi'an mention that Li Wanyin ran her stall every night, Lin Meng Qiu