He Yiran was stunned when she heard this, and said in disbelief, "You're saying you made this, you made it?!"
"Yeah, I made it." She didn't deny it—purely handmade, wobbled along and spent an entire day, made two bottles total, so if you're thinking about having more, just forget it.
"Really, you made it?!" He Yiran asked again, still not believing it.
"Yep, I made it." How many times are you gonna ask? So annoying.
He Yiran suddenly burst out laughing, "Zhenzhen, do you know what you look like to me right now?"
"A person. I look like a person, what else? A dog? Oh, no, I already am a person, what else could I look like." Mei Mengzhen blurted out, all excited.
But that's not what He Yiran cared about at all. "Money, Zhenzhen, it's money! With this skill, how could you not get rich?"
