Hu Liang was currently suffering from a severe lack of confidence. "We're right here at an intersection with so many people passing by, and still no one's buying," he said. "Will moving somewhere else really make a difference?"
Widow Xie clearly thought the same. "And our price... is it really a little too high?"
She had been secretly listening to the chatter of the people nearby, and they all felt that five cents was too expensive.
Ji Huan asked, "We use all kinds of spices and side dishes, not to mention the bone broth base. Then there's the time we've invested and the trouble of hauling everything back and forth. If I told you to sell it for three cents a bowl, would you be willing?"
Hu Liang shook his head. At three cents a bowl, they'd be lucky not to lose money, never mind actually earning anything.
"Well, there you have it." Ji Huan spread her hands. "We can't lower the price, so we'll just have to find another solution."
