"Two taels?"
Upon hearing this number, Yi Meng's first reaction wasn't joy, but puzzlement.
As the head chef, she didn't note down all the dishes sold at noon, but she knew the rough quantity.
With so many dishes sold, it was impossible to have only earned two taels of silver.
So...
Yi Meng looked at Qi Ercai, who was smiling at her, and suddenly laughed: "Second Brother, you're saying the two taels of silver are net profit?"
"Yes."
Qi Ercai nodded: "I don't know the exact cost, but from what you said before, our profit margin is at least forty percent, so I calculated the net profit from today's lunch to be at least two taels and three qian silver."
"That makes sense, I wondered why we only sold two taels after busying ourselves all noon!"
Yi Meng sighed in relief and added before others could express their excitement: "But this is just because we've just opened, many people are coming for the novelty."
