"Of course I do. Sorry to bother you, boss!"

The guest said.

Cheng Yue poured him a small glass of wine, only a small sip, less than an ounce.

With this beginning, many people who were not locals and did not attend Cheng Yue’s wedding banquet also ordered a cup.

Cheng Yue's money box was suddenly filled with copper coins.

Almost everyone who tried it bought a bottle.

The three kinds of fruit wine have different flavors. Some people bought a bottle of each, but some people were really short of money and only chose one flavor.

At noon, we sold 220 sets of meals, and the fruit wine sold more than the sets, more than 300 bottles, and more than half of the ones brought by the Huang family were sold.

Cheng Yue asked Dahua to go to the Huang Family Winery to talk to Mr. Huang and bring another batch over. They might be able to sell it in the evening.

After cleaning the kitchen, she went to the rouge shop.

The business of the Rouge Shop cannot be said to be very good. The number of customers every day cannot be compared with that of Cheng’s Private Kitchen, but it is not bad either.

It was already afternoon when Cheng Yue came over, and there were a few women shopping in the store.

She greeted the shopkeeper and went straight to find Awu.

"Madam, you are here!"

When Awu saw Cheng Yue, his eyes lit up and he quickly stepped forward to salute.

"Don't be so polite. Your master said yesterday that you made it. Take me to see it."

Cheng Yue wants to see the finished product right away.

Awu brought Cheng Yue to a room that Shanshui specially provided to Awu so that he could make incense and study the characters given to him by Cheng Yue.

The room was filled with bottles, jars, and various tools that Cheng Yue couldn't name, all neatly arranged.

After entering the room, Awu came to a long-necked vase next to the shelf, then bent down and reached into the mouth of the vase.

He took out a small porcelain box.

"Ma'am, take a look, is this what you said?"

Awu handed the small porcelain box to Cheng Yue and said nervously.

Cheng Yue opened the box and found a white paste inside. She rubbed a little on the back of her hand and then put it to her nose and smelled it.

Well, the scent is not strong, it has a nice rose scent.

There are roses in Da Qi. It is said that the empress at that time liked them very much. No one knows where she got a lot of them from. After so many years, the Da Qi Dynasty has been around for more than a hundred years, and now every flower grower will plant some.

Cheng Yue looked at the area on the back of her hand where she had applied the ointment. It felt similar to what people used to apply on her when she went shopping in the mall.

"Awu, so far, your stuff seems to be successful. However, there's still one thing to consider: whether it's suitable for everyone. Some people's skin may not be suitable for these things."

Cheng Yue said.

"I understand this principle, but what should I do?"

Awu looked conflicted.

"I have a way to do it, but I don't know if you can do it."

Cheng Yue thought for a moment and said.

Her method is to add a certain amount of pure palm water into the ointment, which will definitely not cause allergies.

However, Awu has already been made, and Cheng Yue doesn’t know how to give the palm water to Awu.

I can’t say that I have a kind of magical water!

She had been thinking about this question since she asked Awu to do these things, but she had never come up with an answer.

Sometimes she wanted to discuss it with Shanshui, but she was worried that if she told Shanshui that there was a lotus in her palm and the magical water, Shanshui would think she was a monster.