By noon, Fang Pingying had calculated the net income, which was roughly US $100—a not inconsiderable sum.
Then came good news from Uncle Zeng's side as well. He said that on Fang Pingying's pastries' first day on the shelves, they sold exceptionally well. Not only did their pastries sell well, but the sales of other items at their counter also considerably increased from before.
While there wasn't an exact figure, Zeng Weiguo gave a rough estimate of the figures after sharing profits, and it was several times more than what the shop was making.
Fang Pingying felt that her life was going to gradually get better.
By mid-afternoon, the number of customers dwindling due to the cold weather and the early onset of darkness.
Fang Pingying asked Fang Xiu and Luo Honglan to tidy up the shop and planned to close up after it got dark.
While they were cleaning, suddenly a voice called out from the entrance of the shop, "Xiao Fang."
