Shen Qiuhua carefully looked at the sandwich in her hands and asked, "Binglan, won't this be easy to imitate? It won't be suitable to sell these in the shop, right?"
Su Binglan nodded. "You're right, Mother. Others will know how to make this at a glance, so we might as well keep these to ourselves instead of selling them at the shop."
Su Wenzhe rubbed his forehead and said, "I was just thinking of earning more money, that's all."
When Su Wenzhe thought about how much he had earned and how his children would finally be able to attend school, he became so excited that he could not sleep. Instead, he felt energized. Dark circles had even formed under his eyes when he woke up the following day.
Su Binglan could understand her big brother's thoughts. "The tofu shop is big, so it is a waste just to sell tofu. Even our candied chestnuts and Uncle Fengchen's eggs don't take up much space, so we can sell more things if you're not too tired, Big Brother."
