Anxiety.
Excitement.
Long Ruxiang shouted hoarsely at this moment, angrily glaring at Zhang Lingchuan!
"I think this mousse tastes fine as I eat it, doesn't seem poisonous!"
"Twenty yuan for one, two thousand five hundred for a hundred, six or seven thousand turnover a day, over two hundred thousand a month... A normal person would think of increasing the mousse's quality, right? If there was really a problem, wouldn't that ruin one's own reputation."
"So you came to slander the Most Beautiful Mousse, truly shameless competitors."
"It's really tough for a woman to start a business, there's always someone watching you, criticizing from here and there."
...
After hearing Long Ruxiang's words, some in the crowd suddenly understood.
Turns out it's slander from competitors, now they can eat without worry.
Some had even started eating.
As for those intending to feed their children, they hesitated a bit, planning to listen first to see what's going on.
