But Fang Qinglan actually rejected the cucumber supplier, had she lost her mind?
Looking at her best friend's expression as if she were looking at an idiot, Fang Qinglan couldn't help but sigh.
"Here's the thing, that supplier didn't come from a large vegetable plantation; those cucumbers came from rural greenhouses. So I felt that the vegetables he supplied probably wouldn't meet the standards for our Qing Lan Grand Hotel," she explained.
Her best friend's eyes widened in realization, "Oh, I see! But isn't there still a chance to remedy the situation now?"
"There is! There should be a chance!" Fang Qinglan said gravely, "The supplier only left my place this morning, so if I go find him now, there might still be hope!"
Her best friend nodded, then looked puzzled again.
