Chapter 1167 I Made the Scumbag Cry Bitterly Those Years (37)

Luo Qiushuang is very confident in this handmade soap.

After she bought it back, she couldn't help but use it again, and after washing her hands, her hands were clean and comfortable, as if she had usually washed them with facial cleanser, not at all the feeling of being dry and tight after washing her hands with soap, and there was a rose scent.

Hearing Li Huahong say this, Luo Qiushuang snorted coldly: "I don't know." This handmade soap is much better than soap. ”

"You said it's easy to use, huh?"

Seeing that the two were still arguing, Luo Lian frowned first and handed the handmade soap to Li Huahong.

"Okay, you can help me take it to the bathroom, and I'll be ready to use it after eating in a while."

Li Huahong took the handmade soap and went to the bathroom, and came out after a while.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she was quiet when she returned to her seat.

The people present knew at a glance that she must have felt unconvinced, so she washed her hands with this handmade soap first, trying to find fault.

After taking the wash, he didn't say a word, he must have been convinced.

For a while, many people were looking forward to it.

After eating, everyone used this handmade soap when they went to the bathroom to wash their hands, and when it came out, there was a lot of discussion.

Who has ever seen such a beautiful soap these days? And this soap has such an obvious rose fragrance after washing your hands, which is particularly good.

Someone who has a good relationship with Luo Qiushuang came directly to her and asked about this handmade soap.

Luo Qiushuang was proud, and boasted that this handmade soap was comparable to imported foreign products.

Many people even asked her to get some.

Luo Qiushuang was just when she was proud, so she naturally agreed.

So as soon as the banquet was over, Luo Qiushuang walked back quickly.

As soon as she arrived at the door of the family courtyard and saw that Ye Chuijin was still there, she immediately came over and asked for ten of them.

Ye Chuijin counted and found that there were still twelve left, and said with a smile: "There are still twelve left, Miss, if you don't take them all, I will count you as four yuan and five each." ”

"Twelve is too many." The total amount of Toro Qiushuang's purchase is only seven or eight, and buying ten is still ready for someone to want again.

"Twelve isn't much." Ye Chuijin opened his mouth to sell: "If you want to give people gifts in the future, this handmade soap is the only one in the country, it is beautiful and easy to use, the workmanship is fine and high-grade, and it will be more face-saving to send it out." ”

Hearing her say this, Luo Qiushuang nodded unconsciously.

Yes, indeed.

Isn't this the case today, no one has added this handmade soap, not to mention, the quality is good, haven't you seen many elders are interested in this handmade soap?

"Okay." After that, Luo Qiushuang took out her wallet: "I want it!" ”

After paying the money, Ye Chuijin spoke again: "Do you still want salted duck eggs?" ”

Salted duck eggs are only two cents each, compared to four pieces of five handmade soap, it is really cheap, and people feel that they are losing money if they don't buy it.

Luo Qiushuang carried a bag of salted duck eggs and twelve pieces of handmade soap and left.

After such a big customer left, Ye Chuijin saw that there were not many duck eggs left, so he also closed the stall and left with the basket.

When I got home, it was late, and everyone in the family had finished cooking, but they didn't use their chopsticks.

Zhao Yumei looked forward to it, stretching her neck to look out.

"How much can Punchline make today?"

Zhao Lixian also stretched his neck, and did not forget to sarcastically mock her: "Look at the way you are anxious, tsk." ”

Zhao Yumei glanced at him, and before he could speak, Zhao Longhai's eyes suddenly lit up.

"The punchline is back!"

(End of chapter)