"Look at you, feeling too good for even twenty bucks now? My little sister said that once we open a branch, she'll let me be the head chef. Then I'll get a 10% share of the profits from each restaurant. Isn't that much more than just a salary raise?"
Only then did Jia Yuemei's face light up with a smile, "That's more like it."
She paused, the smile on her face fading slightly, "You've been working hard for a year now, earning quite a bit for your little sister, and all she gave you is 10%."
"I heard from the waiters in the restaurant that they're making a grand a day now. That's thirty thousand a month! How much do you make a month? Not even three hundred."
"If you ask me, it's better to go solo. We could start our own place. We don't have to compare ourselves with your little sister. If we could just sell a few tables a day, by the end of the month, we could make a tidy sum, maybe a thousand or eight hundred, right?"