"Indeed, I'm feeling a bit of a headache, let's go home. The leftover pancakes can serve as lunch and dinner, and we can send some to Mr. Xie as well." Bai Ruozhu hastily said.
"How about you go with your second brother to rest, and we continue selling? It's not even noon yet, it would be a waste not to continue. We ourselves can't eat all of this." Bai Yihong suggested approaching.
Bai Ruozhu felt both anger and urgency, her fury soaring instantly, "Does fatigue mean nothing? What difference does half a day's rest do? Endless is the silver to be earned, will half a day provide us with a fortune?"
Of course, she might not have been so furious if someone other than her father spoke these words. Who made the old mansion issue affect her father's family? Her father is still always worrying about them.
"Ruozhu..." Bai Yihong was caught off guard by his daughter's sudden tantrum, and momentarily didn't know what to say.