"Oh, by the way, little sister, that wooden toothbrush of yours works quite well."

Third Brother gave one to Shoushan, and Shoushan's father praised it as wonderful.

Shoushan asked if his father could make some to sell in the carpentry shop.

This stuff is much better than willow twigs dipped in salt.

Anle paused, then thought, "Hmm, it seems this thing is quite popular."

"Oh...I see. Whatever, feel free to make and sell them if you want."

Does this mean that patent rights still matter in this day and age?

An Ning chuckled.

"Shoushan not only took a liking to the toothbrush, but he also took a liking to the toothpaste you took out, saying it's better than salt."

Anle was stunned. Toothpaste?

With a raised eyebrow, Anle grinned and showed off her tiny white teeth.

"What? That kid wants to sell toothpaste at the carpenter's shop too?"

An Ning licked her lips. "Doesn't this look like a matching set? It works well too, so I just took a liking to it."

Anle's eyelids drooped. While toothbrushes could be imitated and manufactured, toothpaste couldn't be made without knowing the recipe.

This toothpaste is a business opportunity for her.

"Hmph, he's clever enough. I can't give him this thing; it's something I'm going to use to make money!"

If I give this to him and he sets a price, how am I supposed to resell it later?

Anning looked at Anle, puzzled. "Little sister, what do you mean? Is it not allowed? Does little sister also want to sell toothpaste?"