The shopkeeper at Fumanchun Teahouse who counted the cubs' earnings. He announced the total as three hundred eighty-six taels and three mace of silver, plus four hundred sixty-three copper coins. He stroked his beard beaming with pride, initially thinking the three-to-five-year-old young masters were just playing around. He noted that the teahouse's regular storyteller—an elderly gentleman—considered seventy to a hundred taels per day exceptional, yet these dumplings had earned nearly four hundred taels in one afternoon. His tea and pastry sales had quadrupled with every seat occupied all day. He pondered how to convince Princess Gong to let the children return and wondered about obtaining the storybook to perform daily.
