"That's because the chili sauce is good, so of course it sells well."
Pei Yicheng wasn't surprised when he heard the news. Good stuff always sells, that logic applies everywhere.
"But, selling another two thousand bottles tomorrow might be a bit tough." Cheng Hao figured that given a few more days, they would definitely sell out.
"What do you think?" Pei Yicheng didn't answer and asked back.
Cheng Hao thought, you can't be too greedy in life—just focus on selling chili sauce. He said, "Yicheng, I'll follow you from now on, I'm not going back to Ningbei."
"What about your parents...?" Pei Yicheng asked.
"My parents have always hoped I'd build a career for myself. And being with you, man, they'll be happier than ever." Cheng Hao grinned. Back then, Pei Yicheng was that classic kid all the parents praised, so outstanding they wished he was their own son.
Even after Pei Yicheng's leg got injured, he was still just as impressive.
