The original host followed her sent-down youth boyfriend to the countryside, pouring out her heart and money only to be cheated on. She then turns around and marries the village's rough man.
If a lot of it grows, you can fill it in as much as you want, and you don’t have to worry about the effort of squeezing it out bit by bit. I have also thought about it. If it doesn’t work, I will ask the little bun to squeeze it for me, and I will only be responsible for selling it!
The little bun seemed to have guessed her thoughts and immediately said, "Sure, sure. We have as much as you want. There's a small factory outside that specializes in making lotions like yours."
Factory? Why didn't I see it?
"Where is it?" Tang Yiyi looked puzzled, with a college student's stupidity revealed in his big eyes.
"It's just behind the supermarket, you probably didn't notice it." The little bun said with a smile. Tang Yiyi felt that she was laughing at her, but she had no evidence.
I got up and went out, and saw that there was indeed a small path next to the supermarket. I walked back along the path and passed the supermarket and saw a factory that was almost the same size as the supermarket. The difference was that this factory was closed, and each process had a disinfection area.
After walking in, Tang Yiyi felt like he was going crazy. God was so kind to him that he even had the raw materials. The machine was working bit by bit, and the final product that came out was the lotion he would use.
This way I can drink as much as I want in the future, which is really great!
"Master, how is it? Are you touched?" The little boy waited proudly for Tang Yiyi to praise him, but he didn't expect that he would feel disappointed in the next second.
"You will work for me in the future. When my bottles arrive, be responsible for packaging them for me." Tang Yiyi thought that even if this bottle was not made well, he would find another one later. Anyway, he was not in a hurry.
If all else fails, ask Xiao Baozi to produce bottles for you.
Thinking of the little bun producing bottles, Tang Yiyi's eyes gleamed with slyness, and he looked at the little bun slyly: "Or, why don't you produce the bottles for me too?"
The little bun regretted it now. He shouldn't have been afraid of being tired and exposed his secret.