Cheng Su and Qi Taiguo lingered at Little Yu's house for half a day before leaving. After tasting Little Yu's handiwork, Cheng Su gave a firm nod of approval; the buns were indeed delicious, with finely chopped fillings and delicious meat juices running out, and the texture of the steamed buns was particularly chewy. With such skill, opening a bun shop would not be a problem; at least it could sustain a livelihood.
Cheng Su left three hundred yuan in one go as investment capital for Little Yu.
"Isn't that too much?" Little Yu felt that the few hundred yuan were a bit overwhelming and added, "I don't even know how to write that share agreement." "Sister-in-law, just write it however you want. If you don't write it, just consider it as us lending it to you, and pay it back when you have the money," Cheng Su said.
"It definitely needs to be written," Little Yu quickly replied.
