"Well then, today I'll try this Snow Shocking Pastry—even the name sounds good! I'll take two, and a cup of milk tea!"
"I'll have a pastry and a cup of milk tea."
"Just a cup of milk tea for me."
Ming Lingyi and Xiao Chun were swamped, but they both had smiles on their faces.
In truth, before opening the shop today, both Ming Lingyi and Xiao Chun had been nursing their own anxieties.
Ming Lingyi had worried the milk tea wouldn't sell well because of its high price. If that happened, all the silver she'd invested would be for naught.
Xiao Chun, on the other hand, was worried that her lady's products were too expensive and that the neighbors wouldn't be interested.
Unexpectedly, neither of their fears materialized.
For a restaurant, flavor is the best form of advertising, the best sign you can hang.
About an hour later, the ninety plum blossom cakes and twenty cups of roasted milk tea Ming Lingyi had prepared that morning were officially sold out.
