"Okay, I'll go buy it now."
Qin Xiangyang grabbed a handful of money and jumped off the kang (traditional Chinese bed) to go out.
"Brother, it's still dark outside," Qin Xiangnuan was really helpless with her brother's impulsive nature.
Soon after, Qin Xiangyang returned, bringing the chilly night breeze with him.
He put all the money they had earned into a cabinet, then took off his shoes and went to bed. However, he couldn't fall asleep.
"Sister..." He turned over, "You said making money by selling pancakes is just like this."
"Mm," Qin Xiangnuan was sleepy.
"Can we really make so much in one day?"
"Mm."
"If we manage to make a thousand pancakes a day, wouldn't that be 100 yuan?"
