"Your little aunt loves dressing up anyway. If she really wants to sell clothes, that's good too." Ji Ying's eyes lit up, then she hesitated and asked, "Nianhua, do you think selling clothes will really work?"
"Mom, doing business means sometimes you earn, sometimes you lose. Even a good business will lose money if you don't put your heart into it." Xu Nianhua answered seriously.
Although it's the 1980s now—if you're brave enough to put your face out there and set up a stall, anyone can make money—but if you don't manage it well, you're definitely going to lose. There's no such thing as a pie falling from the sky for nothing.
"Nianhua, sometimes I feel like you don't seem like a little girl at all."
Ji Ying's words made Xu Nianhua's eyelids twitch.
Xu Nianhua snuggled against Ji Ying's shoulder playfully and asked, "Mom, do you think I'm too smart?"
"You!" Ji Ying tapped her forehead lightly with her finger and sighed, "Yeah, our Nianhua really is too smart."
"Hehe."
