"Why did you suddenly ask about this? Are your hands getting frostbitten?"
As she spoke, Jiang Ran looked at Wang Cuilan's hands.
Her hands were perfectly fine, showing no signs of frostbite.
Noticing Jiang Ran's gaze, Wang Cuilan knew what Jiang Ran was thinking and quickly explained with a smile.
"It's not for my own use. I just think that in this kind of weather, there must be many people whose hands are frostbitten. If we make some to sell, it should sell well."
That was indeed true.
Jiang Ran nodded, "You're right. I'll start preparing in the next couple of days."
But she alone wouldn't be able to make much.
Even in the small town, it wasn't enough to sell, let alone now.
Pei Huai, upon hearing this, also spoke up.
"I'll help you."
Jiang Ran smiled at this and then asked, "Don't you have your own things to attend to?"
"Not for the time being. Let's talk after the New Year."
