"You were born of a mother and raised without a father, you don't even understand this simple logic."
As sunlight poured in, a middle-aged woman barged into the cafeteria, storming towards Wang Zihao in fury.
Probably because she was in such a hurry, she didn't notice the peculiar atmosphere inside the cafeteria.
Looking at the hesitant and timid Wang Zihao before her, a sneer curled at the corners of her lips as she coldly said:
"Kid, I'm telling you, if you plan to continue this business, today you must raise the price of the instant noodles!"
"But... ten yuan for a pack of instant noodles is too expensive, people won't be able to afford it." Wang Zihao tried hard to explain.
The middle-aged woman's eyes sharpened instantly, her voice becoming sharp and domineering: "I don't care about this and that, you have to raise the price today!"
Wang Zihao whispered: "But ten yuan per pack is too expensive..."
"What's so expensive about it!"
