After his talk with Grace Winslow, Gregory Winslow reverted to his usual self. He didn't mention a single word of their conversation.
After resting for a moment, Grace took the two of them to a state-run restaurant to eat.
Coronet was developing much faster than Prospera Town. You could already see small street vendors selling things.
Most of them were selling snacks.
Irene Lynch was tempted by the sight and couldn't help but suggest to Grace, "Grace, we have limited money. Why don't we learn from them and set up a small stall to sell some food every day?"
"We might not make a lot, but the costs would be low."
"I see what they're selling—things like that fermented bean drink and fried dough sticks. They don't seem too hard to make. I'm sure I can learn."
Grace shook her head. "Mom, we're not doing that. You'd have to wake up before dawn every day and be out in the elements. At your age, I don't want you to go through such hardship."
"But..." Irene Lynch started to say.
