Hearing Qiao Xiaomai recount the events, Bei Lingsu's gloom that had lasted for days dissipated, and her face became animated again. She looked at Qiao Xiaomai with adoration, her thumbs up in a continuous salute, incessantly praising, "Cool, cool, cool! So cool!"
"Although I haven't seen the grand occasion at Jiwei Residence, now that I can see such a thick order book, it's also fulfilling. You're too amazing!"
Just a little Floral Dew can earn so much silver, too cool!
It's as cool as Tong Sanlang's silently winning tens of millions of silver taels.
Bei Yun was surprised, "The women in Capital City are so rich?"
"Of course, those who haven't left their boudoirs might not have money, but married women all have their own dowries. For the sake of their appearances, they will buy at least a pot to try it out," Bei Lingsu explained.
