"Sigh. Looks like we're not getting any business today. Hah'Er, help me close up. Time to make dinner!" He didn't know if his luck had just turned sour, but ever since the reporters were chased away, not a single customer had walked into Shen Yibin's shop, all the way until past seven in the evening. Aside from the Chihuahua Nuomituan's mother bought this morning, he hadn't made another sale.
A few days ago, Shen Yibin would have been satisfied with just one sale a day. Back then, he only had to feed himself. But things were different now that he had Hah'Er and Cheeky. The meager profit from the Chihuahua sale this morning was completely spent on figs and Brazilian Raspberries for Cheeky. On top of that, he had to pay for Hah'Er's bamboo shoots and lamb, and even dip into his own savings for the KTV trip this afternoon. If this continued, Shen Yibin was afraid he would go bankrupt very soon.
