Shi Qingluo approached Old Lady Xiao.
"Are you able to assure that the tofu will sell well in the future? In any case, we can't be sure either. After all, these few days, the villagers came to exchange them because it was something new."
Old Lady Xiao thought for a moment and said, "Even if we're not sure, we can let your eldest uncle and third uncle manage it first."
If they were unable to take charge of it for a long time, they could just leave the business anytime.
After all, they wouldn't lose anything.
Shi Qingluo looked at Old Lady Xiao with a silly look on her face. "Is that my main point? Why are your reactions so slow?"
Old Lady Xiao didn't reply. How could she blame her on this?
Shi Qingluo looked angry again.
