“That’s good. We’ve been in class these past few days, and I can see everyone is quite tired. A self-study period would be nice. It’s a good opportunity for everyone to relax and review what we’ve learned these past few days.” Qiao Xiaoni opened her schoolbag, took out a bag from inside, and handed it to Zhou Meiling.

"I'm in a hurry to leave after school, so I'll give it to you now. You can eat it directly without heating it up. It was steamed fresh at noon today."

Zhou Meiling quickly took it, bent down and smelled it; she could smell the aroma of meat even through the bag.

"You're so skillful; you always bring me something different."

Song Mingyuan, who was sitting next to her, coughed. They brought her food every day without any restraint.

The first two days' deliveries were fine, but today's delivery of sausages really made him lose his composure.

Hearing the cough, Zhou Meiling thought the teacher had come in, but it was just her deskmate coughing: "What are you doing? What are you coughing for?"

"I'd like to try some sausage, can you share some with me?" Song Mingyuan said casually, adjusting his glasses as if he were borrowing a pencil.

Zhou Meiling: ...

I don't usually talk to her much, but today we talked so much, it's really rare.

"Then I'll break off a piece for you after school."

"Hmm!" Song Mingyuan was satisfied.

Sun Jie, sitting not far away, witnessed this and couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. What were those two whispering about?

Zhou Meiling's happy smile gave him a bad feeling.

The two of them have been spending less and less time together lately, and he felt that Zhou Meiling was avoiding him. Although he had no evidence, that's just how he felt.

He had less than ten yuan left in his pocket, barely enough for this month's food expenses. His family might not send him money next month. In other words, he would have to rely on Zhou Meiling for food next month.

He didn't feel embarrassed. Since they had chosen to be together, spending two cents of her money was nothing.

Once he graduates from university and finds a job, the responsibility of supporting the family will fall on his shoulders.

Qiao Xiaoni summarized the content of the classes she had attended over the past few days, and then stared blankly out the window until the end of get out of class.

Cao Minghui came over to talk to her, and remembering what she had been thinking about, she pulled her to the other end of the corridor. She first handed her the sausages she had brought.

"Is this what you made?" Cao Minghui opened the bag and smelled it. It smelled very good and looked freshly made.

"I made this at noon today. Take it home and let your parents try it. If they like it, I'll make more for you next time."

Cao Minghui: "I was just about to tell you! My dad thinks your sauce is delicious and wants to buy it in bulk. You know he's the market manager. He can wholesale the sauce and sell it. He asked me to ask you how many bottles you can make a day?"

Give him a definite answer, then he can discuss with others how to sell it, how to set the price, and how much profit he can offer.

"How many bottles can your dad sell in a day?" Qiao Xiaoni thought this was a way to make money; they could produce as many bottles as they wanted in the space.

“My dad manages a pretty big market. I feel like selling dozens of bottles a day is no problem. Once the sales channels open up, it’s possible to sell hundreds of bottles.”

Just give us a rough estimate, what's the lowest price you can offer us?

Qiao Xiaoni thought for a moment and said, "As you all know, there's a lot of meat in it. To ensure quality, I definitely won't cut corners."

This will definitely increase the cost. Also, I'm short of bottles; you'll need to contact someone to send me a batch of bottles, and the size must be uniform.

The advantage of doing this is that it shows everyone the quantity is the same. Then I'll go to the business registration office to register the trademark, print it out on paper, and stick it on the bottle.