At Feng Mountain's question, everyone finally turned their attention back to him.
Jenny first placed the plate of berries gently in front of Feng Mountain, then cleared her throat. "The restaurant's revenue for the past five days was 25,000 US Dollars, but the cost of ingredients and transportation took up half of that. Luckily, the tourists only ate vegetables grown here at the camp, and we generate our own electricity, which cuts down on a lot of expenses. If this were in a city, we'd definitely be operating at a loss."
After hearing Jenny's report, Demi silently picked up a berry and popped it into her mouth. She chewed it slowly, a sullen look on her face, likely worried about the tavern's current financial situation.
"The tavern is still losing money. The tourists just have one quick drink and then leave. It feels like the Chinese visitors aren't too fond of the tavern atmosphere. Most of our income comes from Young Master Xu, Su Ziweng, and those four old men."
