Miao Tianxiang covered her mouth and giggled, narcissistically stroking her skin that was getting smoother and smoother, with a very pleasant expression.

"This is all your credit for Qingqing. How long will it take for the next batch of ice cream to be done? My friends are urging you!"

Miao Tianxiang asked Ye Qingqing to come for afternoon tea today, mainly for ice-skin-snow skin cream. Ye Qingqing gave her ten bottles before, and she gave them to her ten most important friends, either the royal princess or the wife of a large consortium. Ten bottles were not enough.

The friends were skeptical, but it only took a few days to call and urge them.

"It's useless to urge. I can only guarantee the current speed. This time I made ten more bottles, and I brought them all to you." Ye Qingqing took out ten white porcelain bottles from his bag, and a four-leaf clover was painted on the bottle.

This is a porcelain bottle she specially customized. Four-leaf clover is a logo she designed for herself. How come her products are all circulated internationally, so she still needs to have a good look.

Miao Tianxiang thought it was too small, even a hundred bottles were not enough for her to share.

"Can your ice cream be mass-produced? I invested to let you man manage it."

Ye Qingqing shook her head, "I have to prepare what I give you personally. The process is very complicated and it is impossible to make a mistake. Otherwise, the effect will be greatly reduced and mass production is impossible. However, ordinary formulas are available. As long as the relevant departments approved it, they can be put into production."

"How effective is the ordinary formula?" Miao Tianxiang asked.

"It's definitely better than ordinary moisturizers, but it's not as bad as what I've prepared by hand." Ye Qingqing told the truth.

In fact, the difference between ordinary and special products is only the same in terms of the ratio of Linglu, but Miao Tianxiang must not know this.

Miao Tianxiang sighed regretfully, "Your fifty bottles can't quench your thirst!"

"It's rare to be valuable, and there's too much dragon liver and phoenix brain." Ye Qingqing joked.

Miao Tianxiang's expression moved slightly and she smiled, "The little girl can see through it!"

But she was obsessed with the appearance.

It would be enough to say that fifty bottles are enough or not. If she could make full use of them, these fifty bottles of ice-skin skin cream would come in great use, and the benefits she brought to her would be far less than a little money!

Miao Tianxiang ate a piece of cookie and stopped eating it. She looked at Ye Qingqing with jealousy and feasted, "I never knew how to avoid food when I was at your age. I like to eat fatty meat the most. I can eat several pieces of chocolate in one meal, and I eat it even more desperately. I still have a great figure. Now I don't dare to eat it at all, alas!"

Time is forbidden!

Although she looks young, her physical functions are already old. Her metabolism cannot deceive people. She reminds her that she is old all the time.

Ye Qingqing was biting the cookie and said vaguely: "When I develop weight loss pills, you can take more."

"Okay, I'll wait."

Miao Tianxiang turned her head and told me, "Let the kitchen bake more cookies and bake egg tarts, and Qingqing packs them and takes them away later."

Miao Tianxiong responded and went to call.

Ye Xunmei walked in, looking a little tired, but she was still elegant. When he saw Ye Qingqing, he was stunned for a moment, and his expression became speechless but stopped.

He just came back from the hospital, and Ye Susu had already woken up, looking for death, just like a madman.

Ye Qingqing glanced at him, without saying a word, and chewed the cookies silently.

Ye Xunmei sat down and looked at Ye Qingqing for a long time, but still couldn't help it and asked, "You... can you turn Susu's face back?"
Chapter completed!