Girls! Girls! I have brilliant idea. My mother send me secret family recipe—Phở 2000. Very special. Very expensive broth.
(gasps) Max, do you know what this means? Vietnamese soup money + cupcake money = faster window!
No, no. You misunderstand. I want YOU to cook phở for me. I pay you $8 an hour plus all the leftover noodles you can fit in your bra.
(eyes light up) Wait. Han. What if… we sell phở at the cupcake window? Fusion! Pho-cakes! Or… Cup-phở-akes!
Or… we just steal his recipe, sell it ourselves, and become phở-nominal.
Let me guess. The secret ingredient is crying? Because that’s free and I have plenty.
(turning around) Hey! Why are you taking picture of my family heirloom?
