Seeing that her son was also interested, Niu xueqin became even more enthusiastic.
"That's right, we just need to explain the method. It's twenty taels, it's enough for us to set up a stall and start a small business. I've thought about it. I'll take these twenty wens and set up a stall on the east side of the town. The noodles she cooks with beef costs ten wens a bowl, so we'll just charge seven or eight wens. I guarantee that our business will be better than hers."
Hearing Niu xueqin's words, Bai zhenggang seemed to be woken up as well. He was also immersed in his fantasy.
A bowl was seven to eight Wen. If he sold a hundred bowls a day, that would be seven to eight hundred Wen. What if he sold a thousand bowls a day?
"Then, then mother, this way we have our own business. When we earn more money, we can get a shop. Mother has learned so many skills, I'm sure you can support it."