Xiao Yuyan began to understand their mother's intention. Besides thanking their neighbours, she was also promoting their product.
Their current price, one copper coin for a cup, was also still acceptable for them, considering the bad harvest that had been happening lately.
"Mother, I told them we are selling the soybean drink at the village market…" Xiao Yuxi added.
Zhou Anran nodded. "They can come to our stall if they want to buy the soybean drink."
Once the soy milk cooled down a little, they put them inside the ceramic jugs. This time, they were bringing eight jugs instead of just four.
They wanted to make more, but Zhou Anran was against it. She began to teach them not to be greedy. "If we make too much and the drink isn't sold in time, it will go bad."
If they want to open their stall in the afternoon, they would need to make another fresh batch. Their current morning batch would already be spoiled by then.
