Jiang Changhai counted out five yuan and fifty cents to give to him.
Yu Cheng took the money and then pulled out two one-yuan bills and handed them to Jiang Mianmian, "Little Lamb, this is your wage for today."
"Really, for me?" Jiang Mianmian's face lit up with surprise. Two yuan was a huge amount of money for an eight-year-old, considering she only got twenty cents for New Year's money.
Yu Cheng lifted his hand and ruffled her fluffy little head, "If it weren't for you calling out to attract customers, we couldn't have done this business tonight."
If it had been before, he wouldn't have cared about these few bills at all; he would have given them all away without a second thought.
But now, every cent was hard to come by for the young master, who only had so little in his hands.
"Thank you, Brother Yu." Only then did Jiang Mianmian happily take it, not minding that he had tousled her hair, her babyish voice sweeter than ever.