"Then try another piece tomorrow."
"A piece? Meng Xi, do you have to be so stingy?"
"Stingy? If you want more, buy it yourself! Other people have to have a taste too."
Meng Xinian stroked his chin, feeling that he could now let go, as the old man was capable of handling things well.
While Meng Family’s grandfather and grandson were expanding the market for her in Capital City, Chiang Xiao obtained two porcelain cup samples at Wei Family’s porcelain workshop.
One was an improved version of the pumpkin model, which looked plump and full of charm.
The other was a more common design, but the handle of the cup had a small, novel design, making it quite unique.
The porcelain body was appropriately thick, and the material was translucent and smooth, of very good quality indeed.
At the bottom of the cup was her stamp, still bearing the name Xiao Chiang.
Chiang Xiao was very satisfied with the quality of the cups; she even felt they exceeded her expectations.
She took three of each kind of the cups back with her.
The house was already undergoing renovations.
Chiang Xiao left the remaining money to Chu Liang and returned to Peace Town with a passion to work hard and earn money.
After all, there would be a whole house full of furniture to buy, which would cost a good deal of money.
She took a train back home.
She brought a water bottle that Meng Xinian had given her from their team, which was filled with Spirit Spring Water. She had grown accustomed to drinking Spiritual Spring Water and would definitely choose it whenever she had a chance.
With no cellphone to distract her and faced with a long and boring train journey, she simply took out a pumpkin cup to study.
She had already painted a "Purifying Heart Talisman" on this pumpkin cup. Holding the cup, ideas of other patterns from the booklet came to her mind, as she wondered which new pattern she could add.
"Mommy, I want that cup!" The child sitting opposite her suddenly exclaimed.
Next to Chiang Xiao sat a middle-aged man in a white shirt with glasses, who had been engrossed in a book since boarding the train. Across from her was a family of three: a mother with a trendy hairstyle, a father in a floral shirt, and the couple looked not yet thirty, with a boy around five, energetic and vigorous.
It was probably the pumpkin shape of the cup that caught the child’s fancy. After staring for a while, he directly shook his mother’s arm, insisting on having the cup.
The stylish woman glanced at Chiang Xiao and gently placated her son, "Qing Qing, that’s a porcelain cup, it can break, it’s not a toy. Let’s not have it, it’s not fun."
However, the child named Qing Qing twisted his body and cried out even louder, "It’s a pumpkin! A pumpkin cup! I want it, I want that one!"
"Be good, Qing Qing!" the man in the floral shirt scolded, "When we get off the train, we’ll buy one for you!"
Chiang Xiao felt it was best to put the cup away at that point; if the child couldn’t see it anymore, perhaps his parents could better divert his attention. So, she picked up the cup, intending to put it back in her backpack.
Unexpectedly, when the child saw her action, he immediately started to cry loudly, "I want the pumpkin! I want it, I want it, I want it! Don’t hide it!"
Seeing how hard he was crying, the stylish woman quickly soothed him, "Alright, alright, Qing Qing, be good, don’t cry, how about you play with it for a little while?"
"Don’t hide it!" Qing Qing kept twisting and crying while glaring at Chiang Xiao.
The middle-aged man with glasses sitting next to Chiang Xiao couldn’t concentrate on his book anymore because of the commotion.
The stylish woman said to him, "Sir, as you can see, the child is really making a fuss. Could you let your daughter lend him the cup to play with? I promise I’ll watch him and not let him break it."
The middle-aged man and Chiang Xiao were both taken aback at this comment and involuntarily exchanged glances.