Chen Wanqing calmly countered, "That young master didn't eat a bite of your food or drink a drop of your water, so how is he any of your business? Mrs. Zhu, if you're really that jealous of our success, you should put more effort into your own shop. Making snide remarks about my brother and me isn't going to make your family rich."
"That's right! You talk too much, Mrs. Zhu. You probably scare all the customers away. That's why your business is so bad."
Yao'an, ever the precocious child, was surprisingly convincing when he put on a serious face to bluff someone.
And it worked. Mrs. Zhu was taken in, and for a moment, she genuinely wondered if her big mouth was ruining her family's business.
The three siblings were in the shop for a short while longer when they made a sale.
The product sold was again the Compound Incense Elixir; the customer wanted twenty pills. But Chen Wanqing didn't have that many on hand. She had only made three in total.
