"You received money from your mom and you’re still not happy?"
Pei Yicheng was giving Xu Nianhua a ride to the factory, and on the way there, they passed the post office where Xu Nianhua conveniently withdrew the money Ji Ying had sent to her.
"Happy, of course. My mom is just worried about us not having enough money to spend out here." Xu Nianhua never had a child of her own, but she had fostered children, and it was not much different from having her own. She fully understood that kind of worry in Ji Ying’s heart.
"A mother always worries about her children."
Pei Yicheng thought of his mother who had passed away prematurely. If his mother were still here, wouldn’t she be just like Aunt Ji?
Realizing belatedly that this topic might be sensitive because Pei Yicheng no longer had his mother, Xu Nianhua quickly changed the subject, "Yicheng, congratulations. I heard the hand cream is selling really well."
"It’s not that everyone at our school has one, but I’ve already heard a lot of classmates discussing this hand cream," Xu Nianhua added.
Her words were not an exaggeration—Liunian’s hand cream was so popular that even someone like her, who was usually absorbed in her studies, had heard about it multiple times, proving the product’s success.
Each time she applied the hand cream with that familiar pattern she had created, Xu Nianhua felt an extra boost of happiness.
"I should be thanking you," Pei Yicheng said while gripping the steering wheel, driving towards the factory. "Without you, we wouldn’t have had the recipe."
"It’s all thanks to your grandfather’s brilliance!" Xu Nianhua praised, lifting her hand to smell the fragrance of the hand cream. She said, "If this hand cream could come with various scents and then be made in different colors, that would be even better."
"Scents?" Pei Yicheng perked up immediately, thinking the idea was very feasible. Relying on just one type of hand cream wasn’t enough; a single style offered no variety.
As the old saying goes, it’s hard to please everyone; there are definitely people who wouldn’t like the faint medicinal herb fragrance.
But, just as Xu Nianhua suggested, adding a variety of scents could satisfy the preferences of most people.
"Your idea is good; I’ll discuss it with Ling Dong when I get back," Pei Yicheng thought highly of the suggestion. Taking advantage of a straight road with no other cars around, he stole a glance at her and complimented, "Nianhua, you’re really smart."
Xu Nianhua felt embarrassed to be praised. If she hadn’t seen the prosperity of the future, where would she have gotten these ideas?
She discreetly looked out the window, shifting the topic again, "By the way, how’s the perfume you mentioned last time coming along?"
"I’ve already found a master perfumer. I believe the perfume will be released very soon," Pei Yicheng thought that he would give the first bottle of the new perfume to Xu Nianhua once it launched.
Finding a master perfumer was particularly difficult; it’s an old craft, but once Pei Yicheng made up his mind to do something, he wouldn’t give up halfway through. Now that the master had been found, they were in the midst of developing the perfume.
"Then, I won’t need to go elsewhere to buy it anymore." Xu Nianhua loved perfumes—a light perfume scent was always comforting to her.
"Aren’t you afraid that the perfume I make won’t be good?" Pei Yicheng asked, raising an eyebrow.
Without hesitation, Xu Nianhua replied, "How could that be? You did such a good job with the hand cream; the perfume can’t be far off."
As soon as those words left her mouth, Xu Nianhua suddenly let out a snort of laughter and said, "Yicheng, I almost forgot you were a student of architecture."
An architecture student who previously sold medicinal herbs, now producing Liunian hand cream, and will likely start a company in the future—this didn’t quite match his major.