Qin Shuwan wanted to agree immediately, but after thinking about it, she decided to bargain for a price.
"Daz, that kind of white stone is quite rare here, and it's so expensive, so I'd better not make it!"
Das was anxious, how could that be possible? He also secretly blamed himself for being too greedy and asking for too high a price.
"Shu Wan, I was wrong just now. One hundred pieces can make two sets. The performance of the clothes is really good. You won't lose anything." He also didn't lose anything.
Qin Shuwan muttered to herself, it seems that Das has become more shrewd in trading.
"Okay then, I'll get the white stone in a couple of days, and I'll ask you to help me make it."
"Okay, no problem, I'll wait for your news."
After discussing with Das, before shutting down the system, Qin Shuwan looked at Hu Yue's profile picture again. It was still gray. Could this guy be dead? He still owed her a huge debt.
Her supplier hasn't developed yet, so please don't let anything go wrong.
Qin Shuwan sent two messages with a nervous mood.
I closed the system page and stretched out in bed. It was another energetic day. I got up and dressed in one go.
After washing up, she ran to the kitchen and found her breakfast in the pot: two boiled eggs and a bowl of sweet potato porridge.
The fire was burning in the stove, and the food was still warm. Qin Shuwan stood by the stove, slurping down a bowl of porridge, but not eating the eggs.
After washing and putting away the dishes, she started her big task today. She had to fry a successful potato shreds.
Peel the potatoes, cut them into strips, and then rinse them with water as Dongbao taught.
She still had a deep understanding of herself, so she fried a little at a time. After trying ten times, Qin Shuwan finally ate a portion that she was quite satisfied with.
I rubbed my stomach and felt that it was full of shredded potatoes. I ate salty, mushy, half-cooked, and no salt at all.
She can't steam rice yet, but she can make porridge with rice and corn grits.
At twelve o'clock, Qin Shuwan rode a bicycle with a basket hanging on the handlebars and set off for the transport team.
I don’t know if Dongbao is in the transport team, but she couldn’t help but share with him the potato shreds she successfully fried.
When I arrived at the gate of the transport brigade, I saw the same old man guarding the gate, calling people in the same familiar way.
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