The newly developed tea egg track truly shone with promise—Auntie had only spread three pancakes, and a pot of tea eggs was nearly sold out.
The regulars still stood in front of the empty pot, peeling eggs and leisurely saying to her, "Hongmei, look at you, these delicious tea eggs, bring more pots tomorrow! Just this few, who's it going to feed? The eggs are so small too!"
What else could she do?
Auntie was quite accepting—every tea egg in the market was this size, after all. That's because you buy eggs by weight, but sell them by the piece. Wouldn't she lose out with bigger eggs?
So Song Hongmei immediately put on her practiced woeful look:
"Oh dear, I'd love to use bigger eggs, but have you seen the price eggs are selling for now?"
"These seasoning packets, my niece's household sells them for twenty a pop! I figured my family really couldn't eat that much, that's why I started selling them. Do the math, do you think I'm making any money?"