"Okay, give me ten boxes."

Besides eating them herself, she also plans to give them away.

Sheng Yueqing sighed happily, "I'll wrap it up for you right away."

The packaging boxes and bags were designed by Sheng Yueqing; the boss initially only printed a few packs.

I didn't expect it to sell today.

Other customers also came over out of curiosity, and Sheng Yueqing immediately provided enthusiastic service. In the end, each customer bought two boxes to take home.

The boss was impressed. "Miss Sheng, you're quite the talker."

Sheng Yueqing smiled, "Of course, what you need in business is enthusiasm."

Especially for food vendors, people sometimes appreciate good service.

Seeing that her qingtuan (a type of glutinous rice dumpling) was selling well, the boss offered 1,000 yuan to buy out her recipe.

Sheng Yueqing waved her hand and smiled like a little fox, "Let me do some accounting with you."

A thousand yuan may sound like a lot, but once the qingtuan business matures, you can earn much more than a thousand yuan.

There's only one place in the area around this flavor of qingtuan (a type of glutinous rice dumpling). If it becomes popular, the profits will be more than just a thousand or two thousand.

Some have tens of thousands.

The boss knew she was telling the truth and gave her three thousand in the end.

Sheng Yueqing knew that three thousand yuan was a lot of money in this day and age, and the boss probably wouldn't agree to ask for too much, so she signed the contract with the boss, put her fingerprint on it, and got the three thousand yuan.

He Yushen stood by, dumbfounded.

Although he was good at making money, it was limited to manual labor.

Moreover, he only earned a few dollars each time, and never earned three thousand dollars at once.

I never expected my wife to earn three thousand in one go, it's amazing!