These days, recipes aren't worth much. Liu Mingchuan isn't stupid either. Those people aren't really good to him, so he only gives them half-baked recipes. He always makes half of everything and keeps the other half for himself.
In short, even though he could make a face cream that moisturizes for 8 hours, he only makes one that moisturizes for 2 hours.
There's nothing I can do; you get what you pay for. Those people aren't worth racking my brains over.
But things are different now.
That cunning girl paid his medical bills; if she hadn't found someone to perform the surgery, he would have died in the hospital.
As a person, you can owe anything, but you can't owe favors.
Liu Mingchuan was an upright man who never wronged anyone, except for that girl, a complete stranger who had gone to great lengths for him. He felt he had to repay her in some way.
Besides, if he didn't show some real skills, that brat from Wudaokou Vocational College might laugh at him. Liu Mingchuan was holding his breath, wanting to prove himself to her. Seeing the shocked expression on her face seemed like a particularly interesting thing.
But what should we do first?
Liu Mingchuan stared blankly at the array of instruments for a moment, then decided to just make the simplest face cream.
He fiddled with the materials for a long time, adding this and that, like a three-year-old playing house. After finishing, he took some things out of a box and added them in, then sealed the jar and put on a dark label to block the light from the bottle.
Logically, the substance he added should not be exposed to light and should be stored in a dark bottle.
But Liu Mingchuan was so poor he couldn't even afford food, let alone buy dark-colored bottles. The bottles he used to store skincare products were leftovers from his experiments, a kind of recycling.
Chu Yu has been busy with the special sale these past few days.
Although as the company's CEO, she no longer needs to do things personally and can delegate tasks to her employees.
Even if things don't go well, there's still Chen Zhuyu and Shulan.
But she still wanted to give some pointers to the project manager, not because she was afraid she wouldn't do a good job, but because she was afraid that the manager wasn't quick-witted enough and that the slogans and promotional methods she came up with wouldn't be attractive enough.
Chu Yu gave a lot of advice, and only after finishing all that did she remember that Liu Mingchuan had been discharged from the hospital.
Wen Pei gave Chu Yu the address of Liu Mingchuan's house. Following the address, Chu Yu found a dilapidated bungalow in the area. Dry vines were climbing on the trellis at the door, showing that the owner of the house had not done any serious maintenance on the yard last year.
The sun was shining brightly, and the afternoon was quite warm. Chu Yu knocked on the door.
"Is Mr. Liu here? This is Chu Yu."
The door was flung open with a bang!
Liu Mingchuan stared at her dejectedly, his dark circles under his eyes looking like he'd been punched.
Chu Yu was puzzled. Why was this old man treating her so coldly?
But Chu Yu is also stubborn; if anyone makes her life difficult, she won't make it difficult either.
The worse Liu Mingchuan's attitude was towards her, the angrier she became, as if she wanted to drive him to his grave. They were truly sworn enemies.
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