Pan Ping'an cursed Hua Xiaomai twice in his heart as a "slick operator," then gave a forced smile and said, "Let's hear your thoughts, then?"
"It's quite simple," Hua Xiaomai lifted her head and glanced at Hua Erniang, who stood by her side with great reluctance, "Currently, the preserved fruits and sauces that I make are pre-financed by you, Uncle Ping'an, before being taken to the Provincial City for sale. This way, no matter what happens, I won't lose out, but if there's any mishap, you'll have to shoulder it alone—it's just too unfair to you. So, I was thinking, from now on, before the preserved fruits, pastries, and sauces are sold, you don't have to pay me any money. Once all the food is fully sold and the copper coins are truly in hand, then we can sit down slowly to divide the profits, how does that sound?"
Pan Ping'an's heart pounded suddenly and he tensed up, his eyes wide open as he stared at her face: "How... how do we split it?"