Mrs. Lin embraced the mindset of earning as much as possible, so six days later, when another fast food stall appeared outside the construction site, she wasn't too anxious.
Lin Xiang's fast food business was as good as ever, though the other stall did steal some customers.
Mrs. Lin looked at the almost empty aluminum pot, "We can only prepare so much food each day and once it's sold out, there's none left. Surely some people will miss out on a meal. But now it's good that everyone can get enough to eat, and our business isn't affected."
Lin Xiang shoved a peeled cucumber into Mrs. Lin's hands, "Mom, you've become more relaxed these days."
"Of course!" Mrs. Lin bit into the cucumber, instantly feeling less thirsty, "When you start school, we'll move into the new house; we can't run the fast food business then. But thinking about these construction workers, who work tirelessly every day doing manual labor and still can't eat well, it's pitiful."
