"Then try another piece tomorrow."
"A piece? Meng Xi, do you have to be so stingy?"
"Stingy? If you want more, buy it yourself! Other people have to have a taste too."
Meng Xinian stroked his chin, feeling that he could now let go, as the old man was capable of handling things well.
While Meng Family's grandfather and grandson were expanding the market for her in Capital City, Chiang Xiao obtained two porcelain cup samples at Wei Family's porcelain workshop.
One was an improved version of the pumpkin model, which looked plump and full of charm.
The other was a more common design, but the handle of the cup had a small, novel design, making it quite unique.
The porcelain body was appropriately thick, and the material was translucent and smooth, of very good quality indeed.
At the bottom of the cup was her stamp, still bearing the name Xiao Chiang.
Chiang Xiao was very satisfied with the quality of the cups; she even felt they exceeded her expectations.
