trace.While chewing, Wang Quan ambiguously asked Father Gao who was looking at him eating in amazement: "Uncle, do you sell this Douban in your house? I want to buy some and bring it back to Changqing. I can eat five bowls of rice with just this!" "

Gao's father shook his head in horror, and Zhou's mother would pickle a small jar at a time. The supply of these things was limited like pickles, so how could there be so many to sell.

Wang Quan got a negative answer and couldn't help but look disappointed.

Watching Father Gao's back leave, he said regretfully to Lin Jingzhe: "It would be great if the boss of this company is willing to mass produce. I guess the market for these sauces and pickles is not much smaller than the TVs I make now."

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