Xiaofeng raised an eyebrow listening to He Ximei's words, "From what Auntie is saying, it looks like you're planning to settle down in the city now."
He Ximei just smiled, "It's just that I still have goods to sell, I figure why not sell them before going back."
Only fifty bottles had sold; there were still more than half left unsold.
"Auntie, if you want to sell, it's that you might not sell them all."
He Ximei thought about it and agreed, "I was thinking, sell them all and then go back, gather some more peppers, and start making the sauce again."
At a price of one yuan fifty per bottle, earning roughly one yuan per bottle, and based on the sales these past few days, making a profit was certain, and not a small amount at that.
