"Director, could you help me sell these pastries?" Ye Qiu asked, acting spoiled. After all, she was young and didn't feel embarrassed at all.
"Me?" Mrs. Ye pointed at herself, "I don't have a store or connections, how can I help you sell them?"
"We can give them out first. Every year, many people donate money and supplies to our orphanage, right? Let's say these pastries are handmade gifts from us, and once they find them delicious, business will gradually come."
"This method isn't bad; it also represents the sentiment of our orphanage, but..."
"I know Mrs. Ye, you're worried I'd be too tired, but I'm really not. I love doing this, and if we earn some money, it could improve the living conditions of our orphanage, right?" Ye Qiu persuaded, striving to make it happen.
Ye Cheng pursed his lips and said, "Do you really love cooking?"
