The dark, thin man and the others around him turned pale, sighing one after another at how hard this money was to earn.
As they spoke, the breakfast crowd gradually grew. Usually, the country laborers would buy a few cornbread buns or steamed buns for breakfast, but now they would occasionally add one cent's worth of pork offal.
Laixi, beaming, enthusiastically called out to everyone. "Hey! Sir, one cent's worth of pork offal, here you go! Uncle, you want a serving for one cent, too? A little more intestine? You got it! And you, sir, two cents' worth, great! What can I get for you? Extra spicy sauce? Alright, I'll give you a bit more, but not too much. It's not that I'm stingy, but this offal is already plenty flavorful. You eat that much sauce, and you'll spend the rest of your day drinking water and running to the outhouse!"
The crowd roared with laughter.
Yang Family stood to the side, constantly taking money, so happy her eyes crinkled into smiling crescents.
