Ji Ying saw the hand cream and perfume and waved her hands, refusing, "I'm too old for this sort of thing."
"Auntie, these are the factory's new products—better than our previous hand cream," Cheng Hao explained. "Auntie, you're still young! These will suit you perfectly."
"Mom, just take them. The hand cream really works." Xu Nianhua looked at Liunian's products, quietly comparing them to her own. It was just like Yining had said—her bottle was custom-made.
"Thank you, Xiaohao! How about coming to our place for a homemade dinner tonight?" Ji Ying invited warmly.
Cheng Hao politely declined, "No, thank you, Auntie. After our talk today, I have to head to South City. Liunian has shops there—I want to check them out."
"Oh, I see." Ji Ying felt a bit embarrassed. "Well, next time, you must come by and have dinner at Auntie's place."
