Seeing how generous Fu Zihan was, Yu Xiaolian gave her another box of white lip balm.
"Apply a thick layer of this white lip balm before going to bed, and in the morning, your lips will be rosy. With consistent use, it can lighten lip lines."
Fu Zihan smiled like a blooming flower, "You've got so many good things at Taotao Residence. Even the Capital's Xiang Garden can't match what your shop offers."
She remembered her mother bought a lip balm at Xiang Garden, which the shopkeeper claimed was made from lithospermum, roselle, golden-edge rose, angelica, and olive oil, costing a whole hundred taels of silver.
She bought three boxes for ninety taels, and they looked even better than the one her mother bought. It was a steal.
What could Yu Xiaolian say? She had never been to Xiang Garden, so she could only ask Fu Zihan to bring in more customers.
